Anna held out her hand, and he paused. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. She began to act. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail. You were pointed out to me at—a few nights ago. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. That was the wonder of these stories; one lived in them.
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