A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. Then Capes’ footsteps approached. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. They had not so far been of much personal interest to Gerald, but tonight was different. There you are, the best client’s chair. It seemed at this moment, however, that there was not going to be any “fun”, and Captain Roding said so. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend. Why aren’t you folded up clean in lavender—as every young woman ought to be? What have you been doing with yourself?.
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