" "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. ’ ‘I don’t want to think it,’ he said, and she thrilled to the savagery in his tone. The sense of publicity, of people coming and going about them, kept them both unemotional. These sweeping dignities were not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested. Mrs. Lucy looked at the stains on the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed to her core.
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