Neither would she allow herself to feel guilty nor would she allow him to find a way into the house. Take my word for it, your troubles are over. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Winifred, you are deceived in me. She counted three on the way to the train and four more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken him to bed with not so much as a word. Their conversation hung. ’ She shuddered, throwing her hands over her face. "Your audacity passes belief," cried the latter, as soon as his surprise would allow him utterance.
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