She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. She sat herself upon the bed. ” “To know things by name is one thing; to know them by seeing them and feeling them and being them quite another. She was sore with the perplexities of her preposterous position. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. “We have a small studio,” she murmured, “in the Rue de St. If it was not an actual personal lover, it still might be the lover not yet incarnate, not yet perhaps suspected. Yet the thing hidden within her called and called. ‘To me, quickly!’ There was a brief hush, and then the shouts resumed and several pairs of feet clattered towards her from, as it seemed, several directions.
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