Excerpt: ... can contract again. Even the waiting women, Iseult and Penelope, learned, as they sat sorrowing and watching, to sing to the swing of the sea. When, out of the slough of dark weeks, Mrs. Connors took up life again, she was only beaten, not broken-a reed lashed down by storm and then resilient, daring to lift its head again. A wan little head, but the eyes unwashed of their blue and the irises grown large. The same hard sunshine lay in its path between the brocade curtains of a room strangely denuded. It was as ...
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Excerpt: ... can contract again. Even the waiting women, Iseult and Penelope, learned, as they sat sorrowing and watching, to sing to the swing of the sea. When, out of the slough of dark weeks, Mrs. Connors took up life again, she was only beaten, not broken-a reed lashed down by storm and then resilient, daring to lift its head again. A wan little head, but the eyes unwashed of their blue and the irises grown large. The same hard sunshine lay in its path between the brocade curtains of a room strangely denuded. It was as if spring had died there, when it was only the chaise-longue, barren of its lacy pillows, a glass vase and silver-framed picture gone from the mantel, a Mexican afghan removed from a divan and showing its bulges. It was any hotel suite now-uncompromising; leave me or take me. In taking leave of it, Mrs. Connors looked about her even coldly, as if this barren room were too denuded of its memories. "You-you been mighty good to me, Joe. It's good to know-everything's-paid up." Mr. Joe Kirby sat well forward on a straight chair, knees well apart in the rather puffy attitude of the uncomfortably corpulent. "Now, cut that! Whatever I done for you, Annie, I done because I wanted to. If you'd 'a' listened to me, you wouldn't 'a' gone and sold out your last dud to raise money. Whatcha got friends for?" "The way you dug down for-for the funeral, Joe. He-he couldn't have had the silver handles or the gray velvet if-if not for you, Joe. He-he always loved everything the best. I can't never forget that of you, Joe-just never." She was pinning on her little crepe-edged veil over her decently black hat, and paused now to dab up under it at a tear. "I'd 'a' expected poor old Blutch to do as much for me." "He would! He would! Many's the pal he buried." "I hate, Annie, like anything to see you actin' up like this. You ain't fit to walk out of this hotel on your own hook. Where'd you get that hand-me-down?" She looked down at herself, ...
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