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"He's our doctor I told you the other day ... But he doesn't bite, my dear! You look as if I'd said that a grizzly bear and three mad ogres were loping down the steps." "I never think of him as a doctor somehow," said Cally, recovering, with a little laugh. "So I couldn't imagine " "Second largest practice in town only I'll admit that his not charging any fees has something to do with it.
She walked over to the bed, quite pale, put her hand on her mother's rumpled hair, and said with some agitation: "I'm very sorry to have given you all this trouble, mamma." Mrs. Heth looked up at her, her small eyes winking. "Oh I I'm sure you meant to do what you thought was right. But oh, Cally!..." And then she was weeping in her daughter's arms.
Most of the table service was quite familiar to Carlisle, not a little of it having started life as Christmas presents from the Heths. But this crockery piece was new, and, upon Chas's admonition, its shiny hideousness caught and riveted her attention. "Aunt Rose Hopwood's parting gift," said Tee Wee, softly, following her fascinated gaze. "Oh, Cally, ain't it boo'ful!"
So Cally must brave the stairs without her, must speak to who might be here. But she did not mind. Strength had come to her with the consciousness that had returned all too quickly: the dead strength of the inanimate. She was dark and cold within as the spaces between the worlds.... And now the two cousins met Mr.
"When you said just now that this was wonderful," said Cally, beginning to lose the light touch already "you meant that it was a wonderful happening, didn't you? Your idea seems to be that all this just happened." But no, Mr.
"Oh I didn't understand," said Cally, colorlessly, continuing to look down at her pink fingernails. She seemed to think of nothing further to say, but that appeared to make no great difference. Hugo moved nearer. If he had remembered his thought about her being too sure of him, it may be that the sight of her had rushed his senses, as it had often done before.
V.V., look where you will.... "You can draw, too!" "Straight lines," said V.V., modestly. "Oh, how beautiful!" cried Cally Heth. And it was all so curiously exciting to her, so intensely interesting. No prospect in her life, it seemed, had ever stirred her like this strange one; a new cigar-factory, born of her purse and heart....
And yet.... It seems to me I've thought," said Cally, somewhat less conversationally, "that life, for a woman, especially, is something like one of those little toy theatres you've seen them? where pasteboard actors slide along in little grooves when you pull their strings. They move along very nicely, and you you might think they were going in that direction just because they wanted to.
This letter had a private postscript, written on a separate sheet, which said: Cally, I don't know how you'll take it, but I think I ought to tell you frankly how matters stand. Of course there was plenty of talk, especially at first, and some of it was pretty strong. But whether you like it or not, most of the responsibility for what happened is being put on Aunt Isabel. Do you remember Mrs.
The old story, having struck him down once, had hunted him out and struck him down again. Where now would he hide?... The too reminiscent letter had come with the inopportunity of destiny. A little more pressure and she was done for. But this was mere mad folly. To shake it off at once, Cally began to walk about her bedchamber. Nothing had really happened that had not been true all along.
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