TO THE LIGHTHOUSE

floor of her mind and she felt. It is enough! It
is enough!

He turned and saw her. Ah! She was lovely,
lovelier now than ever he thought. But he could
not speak to her. He could not interrupt her.
He wanted urgently to speak to her now that
James was gone and she was alone at last. But he
resolved, no; he would not interrupt her. She
was aloof from him now in her beauty, in her
sadness. He would let her be, and he passed her
without a word, though it hurt him that she should
look so distant, and he could not reach her, he
could do nothing to help her. And again he
would have passed her without a word had she
not, at that very moment, given him of her own
free will what she knew he would never ask, and
called to him and taken the green shawl off the
picture frame, and gone to him. For he wished,
she knew, to protect her.

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She folded the green shawl about her shoulders.
She took his arm. His beauty was so great, she
said, beginning to speak of Kennedy the gardener
at once ; he was so awfully handsome, that she
couldn't dismiss him. There was a ladder against
the greenhouse, and little lumps of putty stuck
about, for they were beginning to mend the green-
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