” She replied. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. Then he hovered undecidedly for some seconds with his hands in his pockets and his mouth puckered to a whistle before he turned to go home by the Avenue. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen.
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