She let out a wail. He looked the boy over with interest. She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. . He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. To have the present lengthen into years! But in a few hours she would be upon her way, far lonelier than she had ever been. Her father’s ideas of expostulation were a little harsh and forcible, and over the claret-colored table-cloth and under the gas chandelier, with his hat and umbrella between them like the mace in Parliament, he and his daughter contrived to have a violent quarrel. They were now both in a state of unprecedented physical fitness. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. She danced with two others. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. I learned of your betrothal, gleaned all the information I could simply by eavesdropping.
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