And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. It may be instinctive; it may be that children vaguely realize that at the end of all wedding journeys is disillusion.
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