The girl’s eyes never left his face. And he began also at times to wake at night and think about her. Hetty, who had periods of lucid expression, put the thing for her from her pillow. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly.
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