“Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. Womanhood is sacred to me. The black clad students streamed slowly to their positions carrying their instruments like offerings to the pilgrimage. Never in this world! Let the hotel people take care of him; it's their affair.
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