” He never helped her by a sound. He said simply that he wanted her to live at home. Will you read to me? I am tired; and the sound of your voice makes me drowsy. It seemed to her that her father was in some inexplicable way meaner-looking than she had supposed, and yet also, as unaccountably, appealing. The room behind was another small antechamber, presumably linking the back rooms. She had a feeling as though something had dropped from her eyes, as though she had just discovered herself for the first time—discovered herself as a sleepwalker might do, abruptly among dangers, hindrances, and perplexities, on the verge of a cardinal crisis. The area in front of the jail was completely filled.
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