“Leave them!” He yelled. The wall of the sky, the wall of the horizon, the wall behind which each human being hid—the wall behind which she herself was hiding! If only her mother had lived, her darling mother! Presently the unhappy puzzlement left her face; and an inward glow began to lighten it. She winked at him as he shut the door. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. It must be the dawn creeping in. There she would wander about in the kindly darkness. “No!” Her thoughts had turned in a new direction. It is a lovely little appendage to the mother who smiles over it, and it does things quaintly like her, gestures with her very gestures. A deadlock.
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