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she　were　diminished；　belittled；　almost　degraded。

There　was　over　the　house　a　kind　of　dark　silence　and

intensity；　in　which　passion　worked　its　inevitable　conclusions。

There　was　in　the　house　a　sort　of　richness；　a　deep；　inarticulate

interchange　which　made　other　places　seem　thin　and　unsatisfying。

Brangwen　could　sit　silent；　smoking　in　his　chair；　the　mother

could　move　about　in　her　quiet；　insidious　way；　and　the　sense　of

the　two　presences　was　powerful；　sustaining。　The　whole

intercourse　was　wordless；　intense　and　close。

But　Anna　was　uneasy。　She　wanted　to　get　away。　Yet　wherever　she

went；　there　came　upon　her　that　feeling　of　thinness；　as　if　she

were　made　smaller；　belittled。　She　hastened　home。

There　she　raged　and　interrupted　the　strong；　settled

interchange。　Sometimes　her　mother　turned　on　her　with　a　fierce；

destructive　anger；　in　which　was　no　pity　or　consideration。　And

Anna　shrank；　afraid。　She　went　to　her　father。

He　would　still　listen　to　the　spoken　word；　which　fell　sterile

on　the　unheeding　mother。　Sometimes　Anna　talked　to　her　father。

She　tried　to　discuss　people；　she　wanted　to　know　what　was　meant。

But　her　father　became　uneasy。　He　did　not　want　to　have　things

dragged　into　consciousness。　Only　out　of　consideration　for　her　he

listened。　And　there　was　a　kind　of　bristling　rousedness　in　the

room。　The　cat　got　up　and　stretching　itself；　went　uneasily　to　the

door。　Mrs。　Brangwen　was　silent；　she　seemed　ominous。　Anna　could

not　go　on　with　her　fault…finding；　her　criticism；　her　expression

of　dissatisfactions。　She　felt　even　her　father　against　her。　He

had　a　strong；　dark　bond　with　her　mother；　a　potent　intimacy　that

existed