She saw herself building up a life upon that —a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. “It’s Kitty’s idea,” said one, “we are to go in the vans. Her fingers closed upon it instinctively. You take them. She would compose extremely lucid and honorable explanations. That was the glorious if bewildering truth.
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