To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that her courage sometimes faltered. His hands came up, his face broke apart. But the letter, written in his son’s own hand, and addressed to the Mother Abbess of the Convent of the Sisters of Wisdom near Blaye in the district of Santonge, dated a little over five years previously, exercised a powerful effect upon him. ‘Quickly! You must get up. Mrs. You’ve got to take what you can get. Something namelessly abhorrent in the eyes of those men…! She knew what arms were for—to fold and embrace and to hold one tightly; but why men wished to kiss women was still a profound mystery. She made lumpish and inadequate interruptions rather than replies. He drove her home that night, kissing her again and again at stoplights. She pointed suddenly at the portrait. Wood in a sharp tone. She shook her head, almost breaking a smile. Meantime, every preparation had been made outside for his departure. And she would have to go tomorrow.
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