She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. \"But you are so beautiful. Speedily recovering himself, however, he rejoined, with forced calmness, "You are mistaken, Sir. That was the true marvel of it. But her heart kept on sinking. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. A brief feeling of empathy with Pottiswick passed through him. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. Was it a week ago? No, perhaps more. Can I give him any message for you?” “Thank you,” Anna answered. That is my way, my dear. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know. Now, more than ever, it was time to start running.
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