Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. An early bird clarinetist burst through in a long black skirt, swishing like a bell. If it were but the question of his reason for marrying her, the solution would have been simple. Earles waiting. She was afraid people would follow her, she was afraid of the dark, open doorways she passed, and afraid of the blazes of light; she was afraid to be alone, and she knew not what it was she feared. Part 4 Interpretation came pouring down upon her almost blindingly; she understood now the room, the waiter, the whole situation. Her father had determined on a new line. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. She was ushered into the back of the squad car. That Capes should love her seemed beyond the compass of her imagination.
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