How
unfair she was! What had _he_ ever done to offend her? Had he not always
behaved himself properly--except indeed in that matter of which neither
she, nor living soul else, knew anything, or would ever know! What right
had she then to say such things to him! Had he not fulfilled the
expectations with which his father sent him to college? had he not gained a
position whose reflected splendour crowned them the parents of James
Blatherwick? She showed him none of the consideration or respect he had so
justly earned but never demanded! He rose suddenly, and with never a
thought save to leave his mother so as to manifest his displeasure with
her, stalked heedlessly into the presence of the more heedless dead.
The night had indeed fallen, but, the little window of the room looking
westward, and a bar of golden light yet lying like a resurrection stone
over the spot where the sun was buried, a pale sad gleam, softly vanishing,
hovered, hardly rested, upon the lovely, still, unlooking face, that lay
white on the scarcely whiter pillow.
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