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Updated: May 21, 2025
The season was over, there were yellow leaves in the hedges, Norma's feet rustled among the dropped glory of the old trees. The world seemed hot, dry, lifeless before her. "I wish I were dead!" she cried, passionately, for the first time in her life.
She wanted to go back back to the life in which Annie really noticed her, gave her luncheons, included her. She wanted to count for something with Mary and Katrina and Leslie; she wanted to talk to Chris about his possible ambassadorship; she wanted them all to agree that Norma's wit and charm more than made up for Norma's lack of fortune.
Wolf was going to California without her, and even Aunt Kate even Aunt Kate had scolded her, reminded her that the Melroses had always been kind to her! Norma's tears flowed fast, there seemed to be no end to the flood. She sopped them away with the black-bordered handkerchief, and tried walking about, and drinking cold water, but it was of no use.
Norma's blood was dancing, her head was in a whirl, she was hardly conscious that this soaring and singing soul of hers had a body. At eight she and Mrs. Melrose went to Mrs. von Behrens's, and Norma and Chris went through the song again and again and again, for the benefit of a small circle of onlookers.
Directly a light rapping at the door announced Norma's arrival. She was also formally greeted and requested to take a seat. For a moment the matron surveyed the trio as though undetermined how to address them. When she finally spoke, there was a note of hesitation in her voice.
She said to herself that she was done with the Melroses; never never never again would even their most fervently extended favour win from her so much as a civil acknowledgment! There was a step in the hall, and a voice that drove the blood from Norma's face, and made her heart begin the old frantic fluttering and thumping.
And for awhile you sort of lose track of her again, until all of a sudden you say: 'Well, Norma's going to be sociable and like people! or: 'Rose is going to be a gentle, shy girl " Norma knew the mildly moralizing tone, and that she was getting a sermon. "You never knew that I was going to be a good housekeeper!" she asserted, inclined toward contrariety.
"Two dollars and seventy-five, eighty-five, ninety, that's mine, the rest is Norma's," and she returned the remainder to the hiding-place. Then, putting on her own hat and shawl, she lifted the drowsy child, still dressed, and slipping on her cloak, rolled her in addition, in the shawl found with her that July morning almost five months before.
She and Rose could get through a tremendous lot of talking in twenty-four hours. And the voyage certainly would not be prolonged over Saturday, for had not Mrs. Craigie said, in Norma's hearing, that Saturday was the very latest minute to which she could postpone the meeting for the big charity lawn party?
In the midst of their imprecations the sound of the sacred shield is heard calling Norma to the rites. The second act opens in Norma's dwelling, and discovers her children asleep on a couch. Norma enters with the purpose of killing them, but the maternal instinct overcomes her vengeful thought that they are Pollione's children.
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