Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. His vicious abusiveness vanished. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. Sheppard's door, they were always sufficiently on the alert to maintain their privileges, and to assist each other against the attacks of their common enemy— the sheriff's officer. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. She was still fully dressed; so all she had to do was to pause before the mirror and give her hair a few pats. The house was eerily silent, which alerted her to the idea that someone might be listening. He tore his gaze away, aware of the quickening of his heartbeat.
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