” The conversation hung. “I don’t know why. . The noise was raucous. The joy that filled her veins with throbbing fire urged her to rise and go swinging and whirling and dipping. I cannot have my wife distressed or worried. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. So I've grown hard—outside.
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