A gradual warmth, a languorous weariness passed over him descending along his spine from his closely cowled head. What it was most impossible to get rid of was the cruel idea that, whatever I had seen, Miles and Flora saw MORE--things terrible and unguessable and that sprang from dreadful passages of intercourse in the past. It was wrong; it was unfair and cruel; and, as he sat in the refectory, he suffered time after time in memory the same humiliation until he began to wonder whether it might not really be that there was something in his face which made him look like a schemer and he wished he had a little mirror to see. Dingdong! The castle bell! Farewell, my mother! Bury me in the old churchyard Beside my eldest brother.
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