You will torture yourself and torture her all through life; but in the end she will pour the wine of her faith into a sound chalice. For a long time even the strong pipe tobacco (with which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour. "All I want is to be happy!" she said aloud, as if she were asking for something of such ordinary value that God would readily accord it to her because there was so little demand for the commodity. But why didn't you let me know they were coming. Later on—well then the time may come. Like a river swollen by many currents, it gathered force from the various avenues that poured their streams into it. He remembered it suddenly. It was no use. She found herself again in the presence of some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell into a free and spacious world. ‘Is that a gesture of friendship?’ She stamped her foot. “I have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you. The child was still safe. Then you will begin to see.
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