, someincurvedandholy, ; shewentforwardandtouchedtheminworship.
“Letusgo,”hesaid.
Therewasacoolscentofivoryroses—awhite, .
Thetwowalkedinsilence.
“TillSunday,”hesaidquietly, andlefther; andshewalkedhomeslowly, , inthefreeopenmeadow, wherehecouldbreathe, .
AlwayswhenhewentwithMiriam, anditgrewratherlate, heknewhismotherwasfrettingandgettingangryabouthim—why, , flingingdownhiscap, , .“Sheisoneofthosewhowillwanttosuckaman’ssoulouttillhehasnoneofhisownleft,”shesaidtoherself; “; sheneverwill.”So, whilehewasawaywithMiriam, .
Sheglancedattheclockandsaid, coldlyandrathertired: “Youhavebeenfarenoughto-night.”
Hissoul, warmandexposedfromcontactwiththegirl, shrank.
“Youmusthavebeenrighthomewithher,”hismothercontinued.
, lookingathimquickly, sawhishairwasdamponhisforeheadwithhaste, sawhimfrowninginhisheavyfashion, resentfully.
“Shemustbewonderfullyfascinating, thatyoucan’tgetawayfromher, butmustgotrailingeightmilesatthistimeofnight.”
, .
“IDOliketotalktoher,”heansweredirritably.
“Istherenobodyelsetotalkto?”
“Youwouldn’tsayanythingifIwentwithEdgar.”
“, whoeveryouwentwith, Ishouldsayitwastoofarforyoutogotrailing, lateatnight, whenyou’” —hervoicesuddenlyflashedintoangerandcontempt—“itisdisgusting—bitsofladsandgirlscourting.”
“ItisNOTcourting,”hecried.
“Idon’tknowwhatelseyoucallit.”
“It’snot! DoyouthinkweSPOONanddo? Weonlytalk.”
“Tillgoodnessknowswhattimeanddistance,”wasthesarcasticrejoinder.
Paulsnappedatthelacesofhisbootsangrily.
“Whatareyousomadabout?”heasked.“Becauseyoudon’tlikeher.”
