“Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. Mother and Son. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. We thought of starting in half an hour’s time, and trying for a theatre somewhere on the way. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. . He wanted to talk with the patient, test him variously; and he wanted to be alone with him while he put these tests.
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