" The attendant did not understand him. “I mean to go to prison directly the session is over,” said Miss Klegg. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house. She would meet him upon this ground: he should never be given the slightest hint that she was unhappy. She entered the kitchen. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. I hated him. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time. A few more minutes, and she was safe.
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