When he said, “Let’s go and
see the wart-hog,” she thought no one ever had had so quick a flow of good
ideas as he; and when he explained that sugar and not buns was the talisman of
popularity among the animals, she marvelled at his practical omniscience. His long struggle with himself, his
avoidance of her were quite unnecessary. Still he looked hale and hearty,
and the country life he led had imparted a ruddier glow to his cheek. Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. Epithalamy might do. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then
spoke in a restrained undertone. He had reacted by pushing her
away, disgust and frustration on his face. She resolved
not to allow him or her hunger detract from the
performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an
evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like
a precious jewel. I might as well be at Morningside
Park. My sister was scarcely likely to make a mistake.
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