She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. The chromatic fiction with which he relieved his mind glanced but slightly at this aspect of life, and never with any quality of guidance. I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I’m afraid, but if you treat me like this you will teach me to forget it. He lit a cigarette and loitered about. Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. She wanted to know.
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