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Updated: May 26, 2025
"The remission and absolution of sins " Alves was breathing heavily, her lips murmuring the mighty words after the priest. Was there a sore hidden in her soul? Did she crave some supernatural pardon for a desperate deed? The memory of miserable suspicions flashed over him, and gravely, sadly, he watched the quivering face by his side.
As she neared the end of the pier, she gave a little cry; Dresser saw her leap, then heard a warning shout, "Look out the pool!" As he scuttled away from the oily water where the drifts opened, he saw Alves clinging to the rim of ice on the piles. "Don't be afraid," she called back. "I can crawl under the pier and get up on the cross-bars. Go on to the shore."
"Well, it's no use making enemies, when you can have 'em for friends just as easily as not," Dresser retorted, with an air of superior worldly wisdom. Miss M'Gann had drawn Alves out of the talk among the men, and they sat by themselves on the lower step of the temple. "I saw Dr. Leonard the other day at a meeting of the Cymbals Society," Miss M'Gann told Alves. "He asked where you were."
"We shall be at vespers," Alves repeated, interrupting the talkative young man. When his cassock had disappeared up the dusty road between the fields of corn, she added, "And that, too, you would not like, nor Guy Jones."
She seemed to feel beneath them the boast, 'I could have done all that, and much more! These words were like the rest of this fashionable young woman her carriage, her clothes, her big house, her freshness of person all that she did not have. Alves retorted: "He won't let any one push him, I know. What he wants, he will be glad to get by himself. And," she added passionately, "I will help him.
He got up from the table and, finding the room too warm, threw open a window to let the clear, cold winter air rush over his face. He stood there a long time, plunged in thought, while Alves waited for him to come back to her. At last she could bear it no longer. She crept over to his side and placed her head close to his.
Then with a wrench he went on, "Alves, did you did you " But he could not make himself utter the words, and before he had mastered his hesitation she had broken in impetuously: "No, I am right; the great happiness that I wanted to give you must come from the spirit and body of a woman untouched by the evil of living in the world. The soiled people like me should not "
They skated down the lagoon to the blackened Court of Honor, through this little pond, around the dismantled figure of Chicago, out into the open lake beside the long pier. The ice was black and without a scratch. They dashed on toward the centre of the lake, Alves laughing in pure exultation over the sport.
I think Alves would rather be alone. Let me go back to the city with you. I have some errands there." Miss Hitchcock's face expressed her disappointment. She had triumphed impulsively over so many conventions in coming to him unasked that she felt doubly hurt. "Very well. Only you will not always put me outside, in this way?" she implored, bravely stifling her pride.
Sommers dropped his arm from Alves and started toward Dresser, who was edging away. "What is this?" His dictatorial tone made Dresser pause. "She told you. I was a fool. I tried to kiss her." Sommers took him by the arm without a word. "Yes, I am going. Don't make a row about it. You needn't get into a state about it. She isn't Mrs. Sommers, you know!" "Oh!" Alves groaned, closing her eyes again.
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