Sheila, a normally sound sleeper, woke one night to find both her husband and her foster daughter had snuck from their beds, and this infuriated her. Every now and then her general presence became radiantly dazzling in his eyes; she would appear in the street coming toward him, a surprise, so fine and smiling and welcoming was she, so expanded and illuminated and living, in contrast with his mere expectation. That won’t involve references, as a bank account would—and all that sort of thing. It is a true saying that in the mountains there is peace. Either Sydney or Mr. Stanley regarded him through his glasses with something approaching animosity. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. She looked in the rear-view mirror.
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