She could accord her father with one grace: he was not in any manner a hypocrite. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands.
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