Nothing ensued. That register would be easy to get at; comforting thought. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. They walked side by side for a time. Ennison reeled, and almost fell. And from that point they went on to a thoroughly embittering wrangle. There was one verse that haunted and mocked her. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. “Oh, but life is difficult!” she groaned. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. “Stop,” he said.
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