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"It's a queer girl. What more is there to be said? She defies me!”
It was extraordinary. She never had been much of a looker,
but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. With the extra
seventy-five pounds she had put after birthing her final
son, Steven, her knees weren’t in good shape to be
running up and down stairs all day. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover. “Not to-night,” she said. Gerald’s temper flared. ’
‘I should do as she says if I were you, Hilary,’ observed Gerald, noting the
fierce determination in the girl’s lovely face. Sometimes the music would be tender and
dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so
gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be
like the storms crashing, thunderous. I have
no intention of allowing you to depart in a hurry. She had not made friends with any; so they still eyed her askance.
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