She thought of Sebastian who often returned from the
charnel house that the outside world had become. “You are in trouble,” he said. While he was considering what would be best to do, the poor maniac, over
whose bewildered brain another change had come, raised her head from under
the straw, and peeping round the room, asked in a low voice, "If they were
gone?"
"Who?" inquired Jack. That would be an unkind twist of fate. ”
“So you think. He sent
me flowers. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. It is you who took my name, not I yours. She tried to
compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm
beauty of the surroundings. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort.
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