Capitolo 75
really after all it was not Your letter that the jilted me but my
temperament that the jilted You?"
"Precisely", said Stanton.
Does her dark whole of Cornelia suddenly blazed in clear
radiance.
"Oh, that puts a completely different light on the matter", her
exclaimed. "Oh, doesn't hurt at all now!"
Rustling to his/her feet, she started to smooth the wrinkles that scowly-look
out of his/her skirt with equal and long hits of her hands bright-bejeweled.
"I think that I am really starting to understand", she pleasantly said.
"And really, absurd as it plays to say him/it, I honestly believe that me
worry more than you this moment that me I ever took care of before, but--"
throwing a look with acute dismay to the suitcase encumbered on the floor,
"but I would not now marry her to me, if we could live in the most excellent kindergarten
in the earth!"
Shrugging his/her shoulders with appreciation of mirthful Stanton proceeded
then and there to king-compress his/her treasures and to end the interview.
Only to the edge of the threshold the voice of Cornelia called him/it back.
"Carl", she protested, "you are seeming rather ill. I hope that you are
going right home."
"No, I am not going right home", Stanton brusquely said. "But here
hoping that the 'round of longer way' he will still show you protect a lot the
possible run of shorter routing to the particular house that, as he/she anchors, it doesn't do
also exists. I am going chasing, Cornelia, hunting for Molly
Pretense; and what is more, I will find if he/she takes me
the whole rest of natural my life!"
XI
I Center that drives again with every thought in his/her head, every plain,
every purpose, smashing around and around in the absolute chaos, his
wandering eyes casually turned on on the enormous signal of a revealing desk that
appeared in distance through the road. White as a sheet with the sudden new
determination that has come to him, and miserably trembling with the very
strength of the determination that wages war against the weakness and the work