She went down, feeling rather than seeing the way. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. ” He started back as though he had been shot. He had not taken many steps when he perceived Quilt Arnold in the upper gallery, with a lamp in his hand. ” “Oh, gimme a break, Lucy. Her sadness was manageable only because she was so familiar with its phases, because she could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer studying the moon. Most of my successes in life have been made with a sort of reckless vigor. She frowned and gripped her hands about her knees very tightly. Another car followed, a rusty Cadillac sedan full of kids. She bussed his cheek with her small lips as he stood by the open door, and exited alone towards the sleeping house.
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