The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. " "Yes, yer hon'r," replied the chairman, taking the note. ” “You would let him—knowing—all that you know?” “Why not? She is my flesh and blood. " The little girl's countenance fell. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. This is part of a dream— some evil fancy. Men and women are not established things; they’re experiments, all of them.
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