That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path.
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