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Chapter XV. The Irk Of The Old Ties: The Magic Of Youth

           Ashoemakerpeggingathislast,ablastmanseenthroughanarrowwindowinsomebasementwhereironwasbeingmelted,abench-workerseenhighaloftinsomewindow,hiscoatoff,hissleevesrolledup;thesetookherbackinfancytothedetailsofthemill.Shefelt,thoughsheseldomexpressedthem,sadthoughtsuponthisscore.Hersympathieswereeverwiththatunder-worldoftoilfromwhichshehadsorecentlysprung,andwhichshebestunderstood.

           ThoughHurstwooddidnotknowit,hewasdealingwithonewhosefeelingswereastenderandasdelicateasthis.Hedidnotknow,butitwasthisinher,afterall,whichattractedhim.Heneverattemptedtoanalysethenatureofhisaffection.Itwassufficientthattherewastendernessinhereye,weaknessinhermanner,goodnatureandhopeinherthoughts.Hedrewnearthislily,whichhadsuckeditswaxenbeautyandperfumefrombelowadepthofwaterswhichhehadneverpenetrated,andoutofoozeandmouldwhichhecouldnotunderstand.Hedrewnearbecauseitwaswaxenandfresh.Itlightenedhisfeelingsforhim.Itmadethemorningworthwhile.

           Inamaterialway,shewasconsiderablyimproved.Herawkwardnesshadallbutpassed,leaving,ifanything,aquaintresiduewhichwasaspleasingasperfectgrace.Herlittleshoesnowfittedhersmartlyandhadhighheels.Shehadlearnedmuchaboutlacesandthoselittleneckpieceswhichaddsomuchtoawoman’sappearance.Herformhadfilledoutuntilitwasadmirablyplumpandwell-rounded.

           Hurstwoodwroteheronemorning,askinghertomeethiminJeffersonPark,MonroeStreet.

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