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The Boarding House

           Shetoldhimall,thatshehadmadeacleanbreastofittohermotherandthathermotherwouldspeakwithhimthatmorning.Shecriedandthrewherarmsroundhisneck,saying:

           “OBob!Bob!WhatamItodo?WhatamItodoatall?”

           Shewouldputanendtoherself,shesaid.

           Hecomfortedherfeebly,tellinghernottocry,thatitwouldbeallright,neverfear.Hefeltagainsthisshirttheagitationofherbosom.

           Itwasnotaltogetherhisfaultthatithadhappened.Herememberedwell,withthecuriouspatientmemoryofthecelibate,thefirstcasualcaressesherdress,herbreath,herfingershadgivenhim.Thenlateonenightashewasundressingforshehadtappedathisdoor,timidly.Shewantedtorelighthercandleathisforhershadbeenblownoutbyagust.Itwasherbathnight.Sheworealooseopencombing-jacketofprintedflannel.Herwhiteinstepshoneintheopeningofherfurryslippersandthebloodglowedwarmlybehindherperfumedskin.Fromherhandsandwriststooasshelitandsteadiedhercandleafaintperfumearose.

           Onnightswhenhecameinverylateitwasshewhowarmeduphisdinner.Hescarcelyknewwhathewaseatingfeelingherbesidehimalone,atnight,inthesleepinghouse.Andherthoughtfulness!Ifthenightwasanywaycoldorwetorwindytherewassuretobealittletumblerofpunchreadyforhim.Perhapstheycouldbehappytogether....

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