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"I can't think what you wanted with me Why couldn't you have let me alone!"

Her own voice, steady and hard "If you feel dirty, go and wash yourself outside Don't try and rub it off on me I want to keep clean"

"Isn't it a bit too late?"

"Not if you clear out at once This minute" He called her "a cruel little devil"

She could forgive hi it in any beastly way he liked, provided he did end it But not last night To coain Thinking it was possible

There had been nothing worse than that Except that one dreadful minute last year when he had wanted to raise her salary--afterwards--and she had said "What for?" And their faces had turned fro with the fire of her refusal

What had he really thought of her? Did he think she wanted to get anything out of their passion? What could you want to get out of it, or give, but joy? Pure joy Beauty

At the bend of the road the trees parted A slender blue channel of sky flowed overhead between the green tops

If not joy, then truth; reality The clear reality of yourself, Charlotte Redhead Of Gibson Herbert Even noould be all right so long as you knehat it was and didn't lie about it

That evening in the office when he ca that shot up suddenly and ran over her and shook her brain,her want him to take her in his ar but that She had wanted him to take her, and he knew it Only, if he hadn't coht of it; she would have gone on working for hi That hat he didn't knohat he wouldn't have believed if you had told him

She had corey front of her inn, the bo jutting, s panes picked out with the clean white paint of the frame-work

Upstairs their breakfast table stood in theas they had left it Bread he had broken on the greasy plate His cup with the coffee he couldn't drink Pathetic, if you hadn't reht as well If it isn't you, it'll be another woman, Sharlie If it isn't me, it'll be another man"