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Tom was more restrained, reserved He kept his body very

still But he troubled her even ration in his eyes, the sudden glance

upon her, as if she could save hie save youth? Youth o to youth Always

the storm! Could she not lie in peace, these years, in the

quiet, apart from life? No, always the swell ainst the barriers Always she e and passion, endless, endless, going on for

ever And she wanted to draay She wanted at last her own

innocence and peace She did not want her sons to force upon her

any s and deep,

deep-hidden rage of unsatisfied ainst women She wanted to

be beyond it all, to know the peace and innocence of age

She had never been a woarden-gate, watching the scant world

go by And the sight of children pleased her, made her happy

She had usually an apple or a feeets in her pocket She

liked children to srave She spoke of him

simply, as if he were alive Sometimes the tears would run down

her face, in helpless sadness Then she recovered, and was

herself again, happy

On wet days, she stayed in bed Her bedrooe, where she could lie down and muse and muse Sometimes