I believe we can look after ourselves."
For a quarter of an hour after this conversation she was a little
uneasy. He was a clever boy, Henry; he did watch people. But then he
was very young, It was all guesswork with him.
She became now strangely quiescent; her energy, her individuality,
her strength of will seemed, for the time, entirely to have gone.
She surrendered herself to Grace and Paul and Katherine and they did
what they would with her.
Only once was she disturbed. Two nights before the wedding she
dreamt of Martin. It did not appear as a dream at all. It seemed to
her that she had been asleep and that she suddenly woke. She was
gazing, from her bed, into her own room, but at the farther end of
it instead of the wall with the rosy trees and the gold mirror was
another room. This room was strange and cheerless with bare boards,
a large four-poster bed with faded blue hangings, two old black
prints with eighteenth-century figures and a big standing mirror. In
front of the bed, staring into the mirror, was Martin, He was
dressed shabbily in a blue reefer coat. He looked older than when
she had seen him last, was stouter and ill, with white puffy cheeks
and dark shadows under his eyes.
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