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“How crude you are, Anna!” she exclaimed with a little sigh. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the
crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going
back into the Avenue again. But I have not done so, and will not. The key is in my trousers. Tell me about your
island. The only difficulties that presented
themselves clearly to her were the difficulties of getting away from Morningside
Park, and not the difficulties at the other end of the journey. There were so many things about her which he could not
understand. Such
of his features as were visible were of coarse mould. Now, in her old place, she was doing her best thoroughly to
enjoy a most indifferent dinner. “I want you to kiss me,” she said. 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. She advanced, stabbing at him. Jackson’s. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the
houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a
gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. I was
mean to him.
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