265 The madness crept around her like smoke under a door. ‘Yes, th-there it is,’ she uttered, stumbling a little over the words. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. I might as well try to build a ladder to heaven. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to allay. She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable conclusions.
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