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Chapter 17

           Thefaintestlightwasonherface,asiftheglowofMintaopposite,someexcitement,someanticipationofhappinesswasreflectedinher,asifthesunoftheloveofmenandwomenroseovertherimofthetable-cloth,andwithoutknowingwhatitwasshebenttowardsitandgreetedit.ShekeptlookingatMinta,shyly,yetcuriously,sothatMrs.Ramsaylookedfromonetotheotherandsaid,speakingtoPrueinherownmind,Youwillbeashappyassheisoneofthesedays.Youwillbemuchhappier,sheadded,becauseyouaremydaughter,shemeant;herowndaughtermustbehappierthanotherpeople’sdaughters.Butdinnerwasover.Itwastimetogo.Theywereonlyplayingwiththingsontheirplates.Shewouldwaituntiltheyhaddonelaughingatsomestoryherhusbandwastelling.HewashavingajokewithMintaaboutabet.Thenshewouldgetup.

           ShelikedCharlesTansley,shethought,suddenly;shelikedhislaugh.ShelikedhimforbeingsoangrywithPaulandMinta.Shelikedhisawkwardness.Therewasalotinthatyoungmanafterall.AndLily,shethought,puttinghernapkinbesideherplate,shealwayshassomejokeofherown.OneneedneverbotheraboutLily.Shewaited.Shetuckedhernapkinundertheedgeofherplate.Well,weretheydonenow?No.Thatstoryhadledtoanotherstory.Herhusbandwasingreatspiritstonight,andwishing,shesupposed,tomakeitallrightwitholdAugustusafterthatsceneaboutthesoup,haddrawnhimintheyweretellingstoriesaboutsomeonetheyhadbothknownatcollege.

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