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Rh tread; then her own, on the old flags of the hall, became rapid, though, it may perhaps be added, directed to no visible end. It conveyed her, in the great space, from point to point, but she now for the first time moved there without attention and without joy, her course determined by a series of such inward throbs as might have been the suppressed beats of a speech. A real observer, had such a monster been present, would have followed this tacit evolution from sign to sign and from shade to shade. "Why didn't he tell me all?—But it was none of my business!—What does he mean to do?—What should he do but what he has done?—And what can he do, when he's so deeply committed, when he's practically engaged, when he's just the same as married—and buried?—The thing for me to 'do' is just to pull up short and bundle out: to remove from the scene they encumber the numerous fragments—well, of what?"

Her thought was plainly arrested by the sight of Cora Prodmore, who, returning from the garden, reappeared first in the court and then in the open doorway. Mrs. Gracedew's was a thought, however, that, even when desperate, was never quite vanquished, and it found a presentable public solution in the pieces of the vase