Christopher drew his reddish brows together . `` I just mean that Victoria says she wo n't marry me if she has to live with you . She 's afraid of you . I told her you would n't interfere with her , but she was n't satisfied . It 's your own fault , Eunice . You 've always been so queer and close that people think you 're an awful crank . Victoria 's young and lively , and you and she would n't get on at all . There is n't any question of turning you out . I 'll build a little house for you somewhere , and you 'll be a great deal better off there than you would be here . So do n't make a fuss . '' Eunice did not look as if she were going to make a fuss . She sat as if turned to stone , her hands lying palm upward in her lap . Christopher got up , hugely relieved that the dreaded explanation was over . `` Guess I 'll go to bed . You 'd better have gone long ago . It 's all nonsense , this waiting up for me . '' When he had gone Eunice drew a long , sobbing breath and looked about her like a dazed soul . All the sorrow of her life was as nothing to the desolation that assailed her now . She rose and , with uncertain footsteps , passed out through the hall and into the room where her mother died . She had always kept it locked and undisturbed ; it was arranged just as Naomi Holland had left it .
Eunice tottered XXXXX the bed and sat down on it .
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