There was a new softness in her eyes, a hesitation, a timidity about her manner which was almost pathetic. . Manning displayed distress. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. " It was curiously like the intermittent murmur of the surf, those weird Sundays, when her father paused for breath to launch additional damnation for those who disobeyed the Word. I have brought disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all. And I’d do it again for you if needs be. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness.
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