"May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his
hand menacingly at him. Frequently he would take up a box of talc and send a
shower down his back, or fill his palms with the powder and rub his face and
arms and hands. She found herself again in the presence of
some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which
she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in
spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and
courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell
into a free and spacious world. “Just come to that seat now you are here, Miss Stanley, and look down the
other path; there’s a vista of just the common sort. Checking an ominous cough, that, ever and
anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman addressed a few parting words to her
companion, who lingered at the doorway as if he had something on his mind,
which he did not very well know how to communicate.
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