Every now and then her general presence became radiantly dazzling
in his eyes; she would appear in the street coming toward him, a surprise, so fine
and smiling and welcoming was she, so expanded and illuminated and living, in
contrast with his mere expectation. But I’m not a slut either, if
that’s what you think. These sham ideals and
advanced notions. ‘Aha,’ grunted Gerald with satisfaction, squinting up at the two open shutters
on the second floor. He has told me
sufficient of you—"
"My dear," interposed Wood, "for goodness' sake—"
"I will speak," screamed his wife, totally disregarding the interruption; "I will tell
this worthless creature what I know about her,—and what I think of her. She felt terribly modern,
even sporty as the magazines declared you should be. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of
mote-swimming light. She spoke slowly.
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