I suspect he has a bit of vanity. No doubt that was due to his helplessness. “I was sick of the make-believe. He took a handful of the gravelly mud, with which the platform was covered, and threw the small pebbles, one by one, towards the gleam. Do not avoid me if we meet by accident, but I trust to you all not to let the accident happen if you can help it. Lucia confined herself to her quarters, wondering when they would flee to the country as so many other houses had done. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands.
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