Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. The immense disillusionment that awaited him! The devastating disillusionment! She had a vague desire to run after him, to state her case to him, to wring some understanding from him of what life was to her. He was halfway across the ballroom, where the dancing had ceased for the musicians to take a well-earned rest, when Roding pounced on him. ” He looked at her thoughtfully. Shari smiled and Mike whispered to her. I do not love any one. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. Take it," he cried, lifting the babe from the bottom of the boat, and flinging it towards its unfortunate father.
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