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untains.
“oknoore,doesoneonehasntany
advicetogiveoneschildren.onelyhopethat
theyevisionandthesapoo
believe,eanihat
isiaskforkatharineandherhusband.”
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is.hilberyatho,ors.hilbery”denhasked,
oftheparloridinchelsea,aer.
“no,sir.butsshilberyisatho,”thegirlanswered.
ralphhadanticipatednyansnotthisone,
andnoadeplaintohihatit
alltheochelseaoenceofseeiher.
hedesoshoatter,andwas
takenupstairstothedra.asuponthatfirst
oehedoorclosedasifitwerea
thousanddoorssoftlyexcludingtheore
ralphrefullofdeepshadows,
firelight,unes,ay
spacestobecrossedbeforereagtheroundtablein
theddleoftheroohitsfrailburdenofsilver
traysandateacups.butthistikatharinehere
byherself;thevoluinherhandshohatsheexpected
novisitors.
ralphsaidsothingabouthopingtofiher.
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“fatherisout,”shereplied.“butifyou,i
expecthioon.”
itghthavebeenduerelytopoliteness,butralph
feltthatshereceivedhilsthrdiality.perhaps
sheeaandreadingabookall
aloanyrate,shetossedthebookontoasofah
agestureofrelief.
“isthatohedesyoudespise”he
asked,slingatthecarelessnessesture.
“yes,”shereplied.“ithinkevenyou.”
“eveni”herepeated.“whyeveni”
“yousaidyoulikeddethings;isaidihatedthe”
thisaveryaccuratereportoftheirion
angtherelics,perhaps,butralphtered
tothinkthatshereeredanythingaboutit.
“ordidihatihatedallbooks”sheon,
seeinghiookuphanairofinquiry.“ifet”
“doyouhateallbooks”heasked.
“itosaythatihateallbookswhen
iveoen,perhaps;buthereshepulledherself
upshort.
“well”
“yes,idohatebooks,”shentinued.“whydoyou
tobeforevertalkingaboutyourfeelingsthats
akeout.arysallaboutfeelings
novelsareallaboutfeelings.”
shecutacakevigorouslyintoslices,andprovidinga
trayrs.hilbery,whowasin
herrooald,sherosetogoupstairs.
ralphheldthedooropenforher,aoodh
.hiseyeswere
bright,and,indeed,hescarcelykheybeheld
dreaorrealities.alldohestreetandonthe
doorstep,andouhestairs,hisdreaf
katharinepossessedhiohresholdoftheroobr >
hehaddisssedit,iopreventtoopainfula
llisioofherandshe
inutesshehadfilledtheshellofthe
olddreathefleshoflife;lookedhfireoutof
phantoyes.hegla
atfindinghielfangherchairsandtables;theywere
solid,fraspedthebackofthechairinh
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nightandday
katharinehadsat;aheyosphere
.hesuonedallthefaculties
ofhisspirittoseizeinuteshadtogive
hiandfrohedepthsofhisndthereroseunchecked
ajoyfulregnitionofthetruththathunnaturesurpasses,
initsbeauty,allthatoursbringus
hintsof.
katharilater.hestood
eto,andthoughtherre
beautifulandstrahanhisdreafher;forthereal
katharineuldspeaktheedtocrowd
behindtheforeheadandihsoftheeyes,and
thesentencehis
iortallight.andsheoverflo;
hererkedthathersoft
snoorearubyer.
“theretotellyou,”shesaid,“thatshe
hopesyouhavebegunyourpoeshesayseveryone
oughttoyrelatiory,”
sheetis
because,ofurse,itsanygood.butthenone
readit”
“youdontenurageto,”saidralph.
“butyourenotapoet,too,areyou”sheinquired,
tuinguponhialaugh.
“shoulditellyouifiwere”
“yes.becauseithinkyouspeakthetruth,”shesaid,
searghiorproofofthisapparently,heyesnow
alstiersonallydirect.itwouldbeeasy,ralph
thought,tooved,aofso
straightanature;easytosubtrecklesslytoher,hout
thoughtoffuturepain.
“areyouapoet”shedended.hefeltthatherquestion
hadanunexplainedeaningbehindit,as
ifshesoughtanansoaquestionthatshedidnot
ask.
“no.ihaventtenaryforyears,”hereplied.
“butallthesa,idontagreehyou.ithinkitsthe
onlythinghdoing.”
“ostpatience,
tappingherspoontesagainstthe
sideofhercup.
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“hefirste
tond.“because,isuppose,itkeepsanidealaliveh
ghtdieotherwise.”
aeoverherface,asiftheflaof
herndironically
andhtheexpressionhhehadcalledsadbefore,
foreforit.
“idontknouseinhavingideals,”
shesaid.
“butyouhavethe”herepliedeically.“whydowe
callthedealsitsastupids,ian”
shefollohpartedlips,asthoughto
anss,
ian,”thedoorofthedraswungopen,and
soreinedforaperceptibleinstant.theybothheld
theelvessilent,herlipsstillparted.
faroff,theyheardtherustleofskirts.thentheowner
oftheskirtsappearedinthedoorost
filled,nearlynuchsller
ladypaniedher.
“aunts”katharinerred,underherbreath.her
tonehadahintedyinit,butnoless,ralphthought,
thauationrequired.sheaddressedthel
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