Margaret passed her hand across her forehead to chase away the
recollection of that awful sight.
'Oh, I see it still. I can never get it out of my mind.'
She remembered with a morbid vividness the vast misshapen mass
which she had seen heaped strangely in one corner. There was a
slight movement in it as they entered, and she perceived that it
was a human being. It was a woman, dressed in shapeless brown
flannel; a woman of great stature and of a revolting, excessive
corpulence. She turned upon them a huge, impassive face; and its
unwrinkled smoothness gave it an appearance of aborted
childishness. The hair was dishevelled, grey, and scanty. But what
most terrified Margaret was that she saw in this creature an
appalling likeness to Oliver.
'He told me it was his mother, and she
