He seemed to be hesitating between two courses of action. “Good God!” he exclaimed. Playing became a way of escape. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide.
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