After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was
within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly
conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. He hung over her—he and his loan to her
and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting
possibility of annoyance and exposure. A cup of lies. You can
scribble if you want to, but after you've given your eight hours daily to the mills. “All right?” asked the man with the light eyelashes, suddenly appearing in the
doorway. “Oh, my
dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. The sound
of their strident voices floated upwards, the high nasal note of the predominant
Americans, the shrill laughter of girls quick to appreciate the wit of such of their
male companions as thought it worth while to be amusing. I am glad
you found me. One of her duties, after she
had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going
to bed. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and
sought to emulate it, if only to please her. I'm a poor nurse. He was all alone, too. In the afternoon my
brain and fingers leap to their work because you have been with me.
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