277 “I was beginning to think that I would never see you again, Lucy. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. Cathy had not even noticed that she herself was wet and trailing water everywhere. “Your father,” he said, “remarked that all’s well that ends well, and that he was disposed to let bygones be bygones. ’ ‘But he gives them to me. And here against a wall were the plumtrees. On the one hand, she seemed to think plainly and simply, and would talk serenely and freely about topics that most women have been trained either to avoid or conceal; and on the other she was unconscious, or else she had an air of being unconscious—that was the riddle—to all sorts of personal applications that almost any girl or woman, one might have thought, would have made. The Jew got in first. Then he got up and left her. His face changed and she saw, with a stab at her heart, the dawning of irritation in his eyes. 1. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it.
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