pvt. property

I get unreasonably angry with John sometimes. I’m sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.

He remembered the room where they lived, a dark, close-smelling room that seemed half filled by a bed with a white counterpane. … … His mind went back to another dream of two months ago. Exactly as his mother had sat on the dingy white-quilted bed, with the child clinging to her, so she had sat in the sunken ship, far underneath him and drowning deeper every minute, but still looking up at him in the darkening water.

His head made an impression on the pillow.