” “Dear me,” Anna laughed, “how unfortunate! What ought I to do? Should I be forgiven, do you think, if I were to go and hold that skein of wool for the old lady in the yellow cap?” “Don’t speak of her irreverently,” Brendon said, in an awed whisper. ” He stared at her, trying to guess at the mystery of her thoughts. The movie droned on, the sounds becoming manageable except for the frequent high-pitched screams of young girls when a poltergeist manifestation would leap out of a shadow. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. Pipes were lighted; and Mr. ‘Here we go again. For Ruth grew lovelier as the days went on. To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure, toppled over the ledge, and sank. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. She evolved a dim image of herself cooped up in a house under the benevolent shadow of Mr.
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