Then she fell into a fever of remorse for the habit of bad language she had acquired. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. Annabel saw it, and suddenly changed her tone. ‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again.
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