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‘
Mother
,
I
have
yet
something
more
to
say
.
It
has
been
upon
my
mind
,
night
and
day
,
this
long
time
.
It
is
far
more
difficult
to
say
than
what
I
have
said
.
That
concerned
myself
;
this
concerns
us
all
.
’
‘
Us
all
!
Who
are
us
all
?
’
‘
Yourself
,
myself
,
my
dead
father
.
’
She
took
her
hands
from
the
desk
;
folded
them
in
her
lap
;
and
sat
looking
towards
the
fire
,
with
the
impenetrability
of
an
old
Egyptian
sculpture
.
‘
You
knew
my
father
infinitely
better
than
I
ever
knew
him
;
and
his
reserve
with
me
yielded
to
you
.
You
were
much
the
stronger
,
mother
,
and
directed
him
.
As
a
child
,
I
knew
it
as
well
as
I
know
it
now
.
I
knew
that
your
ascendancy
over
him
was
the
cause
of
his
going
to
China
to
take
care
of
the
business
there
,
while
you
took
care
of
it
here
(
though
I
do
not
even
now
know
whether
these
were
really
terms
of
separation
that
you
agreed
upon
)
;
and
that
it
was
your
will
that
I
should
remain
with
you
until
I
was
twenty
,
and
then
go
to
him
as
I
did
.
You
will
not
be
offended
by
my
recalling
this
,
after
twenty
years
?
’
‘
I
am
waiting
to
hear
why
you
recall
it
.
’
He
lowered
his
voice
,
and
said
,
with
manifest
reluctance
,
and
against
his
will
:
‘
I
want
to
ask
you
,
mother
,
whether
it
ever
occurred
to
you
to
suspect
—
’
At
the
word
Suspect
,
she
turned
her
eyes
momentarily
upon
her
son
,
with
a
dark
frown
.
She
then
suffered
them
to
seek
the
fire
,
as
before
;
but
with
the
frown
fixed
above
them
,
as
if
the
sculptor
of
old
Egypt
had
indented
it
in
the
hard
granite
face
,
to
frown
for
ages
.
