Perhaps it was
loneliness. \" It was a lie:
Lucy ate one forced meal a day, supper. Everything. She was suddenly grave. Her knees were trembling, her whole frame
was shaken with sobs. Fifty pupils. ”
“Why shouldn’t I go?”
“It isn’t a suitable place; it isn’t a suitable gathering. She walked through
the walls. He had been for months without music of the character he loved—and he
dared not play any of it!
McClintock, after the music began, left the piano and sat in a corner just beyond
the circle of light cast by the lamp. ”
She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:
“What’s the good of pretending?
“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and
went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the
biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of
and indifferent to her proceedings. Anna thrust
hers into her pocket unopened, and for the first time left the house without a
smile upon her face. "
"What's the matter, Ruth?" asked Spurlock, anxiously. Then enter Mr.
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