‘But you said—’ Gerald tutted. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. He pulled down a chair to her left. "Do not endanger yourself on my account," rejoined his mother. . ” The men at the reporter’s table lifted their eyebrows, smiled faintly, and leaned back to watch how she took her scolding. Ice had begun to form in the shallows. ” The lights sank, the prelude to the third act was beginning, the music rose and fell in crowded intimations of lovers separated—lovers separated with scars and memories between them, and the curtain went reefing up to display Tristan lying wounded on his couch and the shepherd crouching with his pipe. “Here we are, living in the same suburb,” he began. She cocked her head. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief. She's headed for America.
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