Sadder to Stephen's ear was his speech: a genteel accent, low and moist, marred by errors, and, listening to it, he wondered was the story true and was the thin blood that flowed in his shrunken frame noble and come of an incestuous love? The park trees were heavy with rain; and rain fell still and ever in the lake, lying grey like a shield. Oh, honest to God, if the crook of it caught him that time he was done for. She had said that pockets were funny things to have: and then all of a sudden she had broken away and had run laughing down the sloping curve of the path. And uncle Charles had said so too.
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