He stepped in with a heavy foreboding of calamity. The little room was fragrant with flowers, Anna herself bright, and with all the evidences of well being. “Why should it matter?” he said. He became a little less en garde. They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse.
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