3/11 All I can get out of him is--'Mother--dear mother--leave me to myself. Only leave me to myself now.' But, how can I let him go on in this way? Steadily, from one side the room overhead to the other, went the noise of feet; now slowly, now with a quicker motion: and now with a sudden tramp, that sent the listener's blood with a start along its courses. If I had known the origin of his trouble, I could have acted understandingly. |