The letter works upon me like the snap of a mesmerists fingers: _y I blink, look giddily about me, as if emerging from a trance. I look at Sue: at her hand, at the mark of my mouth upon it. I look at the pillows upon my bed, with the dints of our two heads. I look at the flowers in their vase oable-top, at the fire in my grate. The room is too warm. The room is too warm a I am still trembling, as if cold. She sees it. She catches my eye, and nods to the paper in my hand. Good news, miss? she asks; and it is as if the letter has worked some trick upooo: for her voice seems light to me—dreadfully light—and her face seems sharp. She puts away the thimble; but watches, watches. I eet her gaze.
Richard is ing. Does she feel it, as I do? She gives no sign. She walks, she sits, as easily as before. She eats her lunch. She takes out my mothers playing-cards, begins the patient dealing-out of solitary games. I stand at the glass and, in refle, see her reach to……（内容加载失败！）
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