Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. " Quarter of an hour later O'Higgins stepped off the gangplank. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for many women it is a lost paradise. “You see, father,” she said, “it isn’t only this affair of the dance. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. I freely forgive you. I shall find him yet. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. ” She noted that as a good saying, and it germinated and spread tentacles of explanation through her brain. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly humourless. It is better as it is.
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