“Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. “It is possible, mademoiselle,” he said, “that this affair is not yet ended. ” She thanked him with a look and rose to her feet. Very slowly, very fearfully, she turned her head. “Uh, can you get me a soda or something?” She said, shielding her exposed teeth with her hand. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city at night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!' … It kind of terrifies me," said Ruth, looking up, first at the face of her husband, then at McClintock's. “Please come home. She was practicing with them on that very day, and displaced a rather mediocre boy violinist who claimed “to be better at the viola anyway” as first chair.
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