She began to read, and presently she entered another world, and remained in it for two hours. “It was inevitable,” he declared. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. True, on board the ships she had watched young men from afar, but only with that normal curiosity which is aroused in the presence of any new species. And I heard ‘Alcide’ sing, and that little dance she did. Wood. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again.
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