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She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite
side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and
saluted and spoke to her. He's young
and sound. As he
looked in this direction, Wild gave him a significant wink, the meaning of which
he was not slow to comprehend. I can’t even carry a
tune with a bucket. ”
He started back as though he had been shot. What's that short for,
Lucille?\"
\"It is short for Lucia. “What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed. “I never saw Courtlaw
with her—never heard her speak of him. Most people, every one I
know else, seem to have mated with foreigners and to talk uneasily in unfamiliar
tongues, to be afraid of the knowledge the other one has, of the other one’s
perpetual misjudgment and misunderstandings. It was one of the secret troubles of her mind, this grotesque
twist her ideas would sometimes take, as though they rebelled and rioted. Do you want me, too?”
“Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of
rapture. 2. ‘You don’t know the whole, child. The moment
she entered the room and he rose, she felt that she was immediately consigned to
the circle of strangers; and it emptied her heart of its joy and filled it with
diffidence.
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