"How is Mr. A marriage in the house proved to be exciting but extremely disorganizing. ‘Get the swords!’
‘I’ll see to him. She was
not a reversion to type, which intimates the primordial; she suggested rather the
incarnation of some goddess of the South Seas. Wait!"
He released himself from his aunt's embrace, ran to the trunk and fetched the old
coat. A new inexplicable madness that urged him to shrill ironically the story of his
coat—to take it off and fling it at the feet of any stranger who chanced to be
nigh. ‘Until today. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate,
and to transcribe it in unuttered words. That
she had not bought one piece of linen subtly established in Ah Cum's mind the
fact that she had no home, that the instinct was not there, or she would have
made some purchase against the future. “You didn’t expect that I should kiss you?”
“How was I to know that a man would—would think it was possible—when
there was nothing—no love?”
“How did I know there wasn’t love?”
That silenced her for a moment. ”
The figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee
things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure.
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