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Scylla and Charybdis?"

She found herself sitting down to face the mysteries of a meal whose

type was different from any hithertoup was, "Of course I can't make any

impression on Mr Lenox He likes the other kind of woman"

She looked at Mrs Lenox, a woht lines, and contrasted her with herself, a thing of curves and

sunshine colors She did not know that a man never cares for a type of

woman, but only for wo was over and she found herself at last in her too-splendid

bedroo-table and sobbed

These people were simple where she was complicated and complicated where

she was siht of

Jim Nolan's unfrilled conversation, of his clumsy, rather inane

compliments, of his primitive amoeba-like type of humor She saw the

whole course of her life of h its erness sickened her in contrast to the ease and beauty of these

newer scenes She must climb out of that life, somehow, by hook or

crook; if this were the alternative, she s hurt She would face it She would even

rejoice in the opportunity to study these women and mold herself to

their outward form of bien aise She would--she would Faint and

far-away voices came to her, and she wondered if Mr and Mrs Lenox were

discussing her and laughing, as she would do in their place, at her

gaucheries The meaner you are yourself, the easier it is to believe in

the ht the

godliness of all ine that these people could

either like or respect her unless she were molded after their pattern

and had as much as they had