She had never been to the opera before except as one of a
congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and
women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large
sense of space and ease in her present position. If it was not an
actual personal lover, it still might be the lover not yet incarnate, not yet perhaps
suspected. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away
with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. He dodged the boot this
time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. “Don’t!”
she said, weakly, as he had bent down and put one arm about her and seized her
hands with his disengaged hand and kissed her—kissed her almost upon her lips. Besides, Gerald would not for the world have passed up the chance of a little
excitement. I’ve always had a sneaking desire
for the writing-trade. I'll lay my life he's gone. My parents refuse to
pay for my college. ” She said bitterly. \"Did you girls finish your homework?\" Cathy's head
appeared in the open door. A quick flush stained her
cheeks.
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