She said she hoped she had not distressed him by the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. The beachcomber, the lowest in the human scale; and some day he would enter into this estate. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. ’ ‘It is true,’ insisted the lady. The teacher droned on and on about the mournful funerary love of Romeo and Juliet, a tale she had long since tired of. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. He haunted a state between hectic dreaming and mild delirium, and she found herself talking aloud to him. She was, she guessed, close to the library.
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