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           ”Thatwasherfeeling—Othello’sfeeling,andshefeltit,shewasconvinced,asstronglyasShakespearemeantOthellotofeelit,allbecauseshewascomingdowntodinnerinawhitefrocktomeetSallySeton!

           Shewaswearingpinkgauze—wasthatpossible?SheSEEMED,anyhow,alllight,glowing,likesomebirdorairballthathasflownin,attacheditselfforamomenttoabramble.Butnothingissostrangewhenoneisinlove(andwhatwasthisexceptbeinginlove?)asthecompleteindifferenceofotherpeople.AuntHelenajustwanderedoffafterdinner;Papareadthepaper.PeterWalshmighthavebeenthere,andoldMissCummings;JosephBreitkopfcertainlywas,forhecameeverysummer,pooroldman,forweeksandweeks,andpretendedtoreadGermanwithher,butreallyplayedthepianoandsangBrahmswithoutanyvoice.

           AllthiswasonlyabackgroundforSally.Shestoodbythefireplacetalking,inthatbeautifulvoicewhichmadeeverythingshesaidsoundlikeacaress,toPapa,whohadbeguntobeattractedratheragainsthiswill(henevergotoverlendingheroneofhisbooksandfindingitsoakedontheterrace),whensuddenlyshesaid,“Whatashametositindoors!”andtheyallwentoutontotheterraceandwalkedupanddown.PeterWalshandJosephBreitkopfwentonaboutWagner.SheandSallyfellalittlebehind.Thencamethemostexquisitemomentofherwholelifepassingastoneurnwithflowersinit.Sallystopped;pickedaflower;kissedheronthelips.