"It is your son. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. “I will MAKE you love me! Until he has faded—faded into a memory. The crash was tremendous. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. Anna was having tea by herself when she entered. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. How can you protect me? Moreover, it is stealing that you have done, and therefore—’ ‘Don’t tell me you expect me to arrest myself again.
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