The Return. It was John
Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young
scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. You—It’s jolly of you to
confide in me. She breathed deeply, and he breathed
sympathetically. “Oh, my
dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. She thought of him as
always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and
service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an
infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. Any man
might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to
care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried
in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. She was slender, and sometimes she seemed tall, and walked and carried herself
lightly and joyfully as one who commonly and habitually feels well, and
sometimes she stooped a little and was preoccupied. “Nigel, don’t you understand. It was in
fact the first embrace of motherhood she had ever known. You skulk in shadows,
following an émigré. " Ten minutes later, the doctor,
having marshalled all his facts chronologically, began his tale.
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