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Chapter 10 No.10

Word Count: 1230    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

were sifted out. Hysteria is a kind of fretful fatigue, and the

. He yawned frankly and abysmally. He urged that it was high time th

e 'nother," Win

this time Winifred always

prevailed everywhere. It affected individuals individually: this one was idiotically amused, that one idiotically tearful, a thi

in spots, and a few of the couples

kedness. They tried to be vicious, and t

it was amusingly curious-to see how much excitement it gave some of these people to expose or behold a shoulder or a shin more than one ordinarily

closely. There was no mistaking the intention of some of these dancers. It was vile, provocative, and, since it was public, it was hideous. Mobs left without rul

camp-meetings and crusades, no less than at revels, the aftermath is apt

d rather miss the sight of her than see her watching such spectacles. He felt a deep yearning that she should be ignorant of the facets of li

s out upon it. He did not ask her to dance again. Even when sh

e spoke

e? They're playing the tune t

nadequate addressed to a woman and coming from a soldier used to long hikes. But it was the only evasion he

very nic

echoed, fatuous

m," she

hy

ust be

ion of extraordinary powers to ordinary people is another sign that affection is pushing common sense from

. He had not realized that the most eloquent form of expression is repression. It is the secret of all great actors, and enabl

the desperation of his mind and the strain on his feelings, a

e. I beg you to be careful of your soul and body. Both are precio

nce with Mrs. Neff, who read it, too. Naturally, Persis understood. The feeling surprised her in a stranger of so brief

et for a strong and simple man whose chivalry was deeper than his gallantry. And wh

ome. Come along, Willie. Are you

flock away from the table. He fussed

glued together in crass familiarity, making odious gestures of the whole body. At the disheveled tables disheveled couples were engaged

Disgusting!"

between dances. Good Lord, I used to have my head hugged off after every waltz. I'd walk out to get a breath of air, and have my breath squeezed out of me. But these poor

m, and looked suddenly an old woma

h such eagerness. In the elevator they leaned heavily against

. It was just across the street. They bade

again alone. None of them had asked him to call, or ment

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