Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley going down toward the shops. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. So long as she stood beside him, the Hand would not prevail. “Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem. "I'll see. “I have loved you,” he was saying, “ever since you sat on that gate and talked. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. I tell you—never mind the bill.
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