He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a
reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the
preparation-room. Am I mistaken? Is
your heart mine?"
"It is—it is; and has ever been," replied Winifred, falling upon his neck. "Come, then," said Wild, marching towards the door, "we've no time to lose. We are very poor, but manage to
squeeze a little happiness out of each day. Our quarrel's quite over. For the rest, she derived her
ideas of the married state from the observed behavior of married women, which
impressed her in Morningside Park as being tied and dull and inelastic in
comparison with the life of the young, and from a remarkably various reading
among books. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant,
and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year.
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