" "I declare I don't know what to do," said Wood, burned by conflicting emotions. “He spends hours of every day on the pavement below,” Anna answered calmly. She thought of the suitcase, the seventy-seven dollars for a Greyhound ticket that had expired. “You were born for great things,” he said huskily. She went down, flushed and light-hearted, to the Widgetts’ after lunch to make some final arrangements and then, as soon as her aunt had retired to lie down for her usual digestive hour, took the risk of the servants having the enterprise to report her proceedings and carried her bag and hold-all to the garden gate, whence Teddy, in a state of ecstatic service, bore them to the railway station. Part 4 But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. The highest form of knowledge was magic: the priesthood.
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