If she has no children, she goes on loving her husband; but he is no longer a man but a child. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. “A glass slipped from the table,” he explained. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. 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. “After all, how easy the descent is, even for the greatest of us. The resemblance was amazing! And some man—he was good-looking—was in the background. " He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. The quarry had passed out into the open sea. “I feel like a giant! I believe now I shall do great things. Meet me. . You need fear no interruption from him, or any of his myrmidons. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket.
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