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He
went
once
or
twice
with
his
mother
to
visit
their
relatives
:
and
though
they
passed
a
jovial
array
of
shops
lit
up
and
adorned
for
Christmas
his
mood
of
embittered
silence
did
not
leave
him
.
The
causes
of
his
embitterment
were
many
,
remote
and
near
.
He
was
angry
with
himself
for
being
young
and
the
prey
of
restless
foolish
impulses
,
angry
also
with
the
change
of
fortune
which
was
reshaping
the
world
about
him
into
a
vision
of
squalor
and
insincerity
.
Yet
his
anger
lent
nothing
to
the
vision
.
He
chronicled
with
patience
what
he
saw
,
detaching
himself
from
it
and
tasting
its
mortifying
flavour
in
secret
.
He
was
sitting
on
the
backless
chair
in
his
aunt
's
kitchen
.
A
lamp
with
a
reflector
hung
on
the
japanned
wall
of
the
fireplace
and
by
its
light
his
aunt
was
reading
the
evening
paper
that
lay
on
her
knees
.
She
looked
a
long
time
at
a
smiling
picture
that
was
set
in
it
and
said
musingly
:
--
The
beautiful
Mabel
Hunter
!
A
ringletted
girl
stood
on
tiptoe
to
peer
at
the
picture
and
said
softly
:
--
What
is
she
in
,
mud
?
--
In
a
pantomime
,
love
.
The
child
leaned
her
ringletted
head
against
her
mother
's
sleeve
,
gazing
on
the
picture
,
and
murmured
as
if
fascinated
:
--
The
beautiful
Mabel
Hunter
!
As
if
fascinated
,
her
eyes
rested
long
upon
those
demurely
taunting
eyes
and
she
murmured
devotedly
:
--
Is
n't
she
an
exquisite
creature
?
