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Portrait of Glenway Wescott Glenway Wescott The Grandmothers — 14. HIS MATERNAL GRANDPARENTS, IRA AND URSULA DUFF (1927)

For he was a liar. Diligently he turned the poor past into a golden age in which he had stridden, triumphed, above all persuaded; and still in his old age he labored to persuade man, woman, and child. On summer evenings Alwyn would see him in the pale-green garden like a stage setting, urging upon a neighbor his version of his life, and acting out its roles. Between the beds of beets and onions he would stagger a little with the bearlike motion of a large man when he is old, and speak louder and gesticulate weirdly as the gathering dusk hid him from his audience.
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Portrait of Glenway Wescott Glenway Wescott The Grandmothers — 14. HIS MATERNAL GRANDPARENTS, IRA AND URSULA DUFF (1927)

Despair is less expressive than mere melancholy; she would have been ashamed of seeming to deserve pity. His malice was like an instrument in his hands, silent or sounding loudly as it suited his purpose best. But when she said intolerable things, in her distant, melodious voice, it was not merely against her will; she had at those moments no will, and as if she had been hypnotized, felt neither fear nor sadness nor pleasure.
All the relatives and neighbors had watched the restlessness of her anger increase, quietly, rhythmically, like that of a whip
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Portrait of Glenway Wescott Glenway Wescott The Grandmothers — 14. HIS MATERNAL GRANDPARENTS, IRA AND URSULA DUFF (1927)

At the church funeral his mother had sat in the family pew in her ruffled black silk and veils, holding her grandson Alwyn's hand, with a look of mystic satisfaction. When the widow had cried out and flung herself on the coffin among the cut flowers, the aged woman had looked on without dismay, as if it were a natural occurrence; and when the mixed quartet had sung, "Beyond the smiling and the weeping, I shall be soon," the glance of her bright eyes amid their wrinkles had seemed to leap gayly up to heaven. Perhaps she had not realized that the dead man was her son
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