She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. “Yes,” she said at last, “it is firm and affectionate. Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. She will cry for days and nights together. Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. He will not help them—and I told Emile so—and thus he sends them to my other grandpére, even that he knows he is dead. “What on earth did you expect me to do, then?” he asked. She yielded it without protest, as though unconsciously.
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