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Updated: June 17, 2025
It did not seem to matter being a little later considering the necessarily unreasonable hour of their return; also Julia, with the instinct of her family for detail; preferred to set herself to rights so as to present the best appearance possible when she arrived at the Van Heigens'. It was not natural, of course, that a person should appear too neat and orderly after a night of adventure, lost on the Dunes; but the reverse was not becoming.
But she soon got what she wanted; after a very little more inciting, Herr Van de Greutz ordered her out of his house a great deal more peremptorily than she had been ordered out of the Van Heigens'. She was to go at once; she was to pack her things and go, and Marthe was to see that she took nothing but what was her own; she was the most untrustworthy and incompetent pig that the devil ever sent to spoil good food, and steal silver spoons.
Why, he suddenly asked himself, was it that Julia would not sell the bulb? Because the answer was so absurdly simple he wondered it had not occurred to him before because it was the Van Heigens' present, and one cannot sell presents.
She would be dismissed with her character considerably damaged and her chance of getting another situation entirely gone. What would she do? She had told him yesterday she could not leave, but was obliged to stay on at the Van Heigens'; although she had failed in the first object of her coming, and so had no motive for remaining, she had nowhere else to go.
But neither did; she saw no reason for it, and he had forgotten her original name if he ever knew it. "I remember all about you now," he was saying; "you danced with me several times and asked me about the Van Heigens' blue daffodil" he paused as if a new idea had occurred to him. "You were not in the line then, I suppose?" he asked.
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