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 out of your hair. It 's full of sun and wind again. I believe it has memories." Again she heard him take a deep breath. "I could do without you for a lifetime, if that would give you to yourself. A woman like you does n't find herself, alone."

She thrust her free hand up to him. He kissed it softly, as if she were asleep and he were afraid of waking her.

From the door he turned back irrelevantly. "As to your old friend, Thea, if he 's to be here on Friday, why,"—he snatched out his watch and held it down to catch the light from the grate, "he 's on the train now! That ought to cheer you. Good-night." She heard the door close.