But if he speaks—I fear what he may tell. " "Wretch!" cried Mrs. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. Gerald raised a questioning eyebrow. . ‘Well, that depends. The arrival of la tante Prudence late next day had changed all this, it is true. My death, probably.
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