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Hisshirtfront,thereinthecorner,hasbeenwhite;thenpurple;smokeandflamehavewrappedusabout;afterafuriousconflagration--yetwescarcelyraisedourvoices,sittingonthehearth-rug,aswemurmuredallthesecretsofourheartsasintoshellssothatnobodymighthearinthesleeping-house,butIheardthecookstironce,andoncewethoughtthetickingoftheclockwasafootfall--wehavesunktoashes,leavingnorelics,nounburntbones,nowispsofhairtobekeptinlocketssuchasyourintimaciesleavebehindthem.NowIturngrey;nowIturngaunt;butIlookatmyfaceatmiddaysittinginfrontofthelooking-glassinbroaddaylight,andnotepreciselymynose,mychin,mylipsthatopentoowideandshowtoomuchgum.ButIamnotafraid.’
’Therewerelamp-posts,’saidRhoda,’andtreesthathadnotyetshedtheirleavesonthewayfromthestation.Theleavesmighthavehiddenmestill.ButIdidnothidebehindthem.IwalkedstraightuptoyouinsteadofcirclingroundtoavoidtheshockofsensationasIused.ButitisonlythatIhavetaughtmybodytodoacertaintrick.InwardlyIamnottaught;Ifear,Ihate,Ilove,Ienvyanddespiseyou,butIneverjoinyouhappily.Comingupfromthestation,refusingtoaccepttheshadowofthetreesandthepillar-boxes,Iperceived,fromyourcoatsandumbrellas,evenatadistance,howyoustandembeddedinasubstancemadeofrepeatedmomentsruntogether;arecommitted,haveanattitude,withchildren,authority,fame,love,society;whereIhavenothing.Ihavenoface.
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