She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed
and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. The wall of the sky, the wall of the
horizon, the wall behind which each human being hid—the wall behind which
she herself was hiding! If only her mother had lived, her darling mother!
Presently the unhappy puzzlement left her face; and an inward glow began to
lighten it. I don’t know. She would never love him as she loved Capes, of course, but
there are grades and qualities of love. And as she was yet waiting for her tea to come she saw this man
again. You made
that thing?”
“From a kit. "It's not an offer," continued he, "that I'm likely to make, or you're likely to
receive every day in the year.
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