She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. ‘Imbecile. "We're too wide awake for that. “You may call anytime. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. He rather liked the "sir"; it signified both gratefulness and the chastened spirit. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. Then for the first time she was conscious of an unaccountable and terrifying sensation. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” He said. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. ” “Then why,” Anna asked quietly, “do you run away? It is not like you. The back of the house had been the Alps for climbing, and the shrubs in front of it a Terai. Supposing you fetch what you can, and if you will allow me, I will see you off.
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