"
"Oh! let me die," groaned the widow. But your face! What happened here just before I came?"
"Perhaps God wasn't quite sure that I could hold what I had, and wanted to try
me out. . Ennison stood still for a
moment, swinging his latchkey upon his finger. Only her face was clear, frail
and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. 58
\"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting
up, her head in her hands. She would not be driven in by this persistent,
sneaking aggression. She looked up quickly. It is the worst of talk under
such social circumstances that it is always getting cut off so soon as it is
beginning; and I went home that afternoon feeling I had said nothing—literally
nothing—of the things I had meant to say to you and that were coursing through
my head.
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