For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. There were cakes and sandwiches—for Ennison a sort of Elysian feast, long to be remembered. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. Accordingly, when she arrived at the Shovels, with which, as an old haunt in her bygone days of wretchedness she was well acquainted, instead of entering the principal apartment, which she saw at a glance was crowded with company of both sexes, she turned into a small room on the left of the bar, and, as an excuse for so doing, called for something to drink. Say you will never forget! That these common things and secondary things sha’n’t overwhelm us.
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