I'll tell you something. Fear nothing. “Why not?” Lady Lescelles answered. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. ‘Can’t see a thing. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories. She had dreaded the beginning of this hour. She dared not say the word aloud, not even to herself. . ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. They seem to spend their time yawning and inspecting their neighbour’s dresses through those hateful glasses. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing.
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