. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. "Ah! I see. She rapped again, louder. It’s the poor dears who do, who know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side flowers. ‘And I suppose I shall be obliged to endure another nonsensical tale about your husband. He stood back and held her shoulders. Horrible memories of things seen beneath the microscope of the baser forms of life crawled across her mind and set her shuddering with imagined irritations. Go, and let him in. Wood had retired to his own room, where he had just summoned Thames.
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