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PART II - CHAPTER XVII

"Those are my parents and my sister."
" You have no brother?" I asked.
She shook her head, and her lips curled a little.
" No, but it does not matter. We do not care only for our sons."
I wondered a little at her tone, but I did not understand it, and I rose to examine the pictures. The first was a picture of a grave old man with a short, white pointed beard. His eyes were like hers, stormy and heavy-lidded. His nose was high, and he had a bald head.
" He taught-he is a professor in the college where we first met, your brother and I," she said, her eyes fixed fondly on the old man's face. "It is strange to see him here in this room. He does not fit here-any more than I seem to," she added in a low, rueful voice. "But it is my mother's face that I cannot bear to look at these days!"
She had come up and was standing beside me, very tall above me, but now she turned away from the second picture and went back to the chair from which she had risen, and picked up some white cloth that lay on the table near, and began to sew. I had never seen her sew before. She placed on her finger a curious metal cap,

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