To-night there seemed to be a new brilliancy in her eyes, a deeper quality
in her tone. Why am I here—thirty years of loneliness?
Because I know women, the good and the bad; and because I could not have the
good, I would not take the bad. 272
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EPILOGUE
She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack
swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming
silver in their starkness. The twins were a hard delivery, a C-Section. "Have you
broken out of the cage, Jack?"
"Something like it," replied the lad carelessly. ’
‘Dear me. “You have forgotten. Here are their letters. O'Higgins," said the manager, amusedly. What a pity! But why?
There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should
drink, knowing the inevitable payment. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to
Alderley.
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