"Enough is enough."
Despite his success with the Sassafras, he went home discomforted and even
flustered. That hand was too much like the hand of possession. The girl was
stealing over him like a light, intangible vapor. He struck ahead with a
quicker gait, as if trying to outwalk a creeping fog. One consolation,
however: Hortense had come like a puff of wind. Even a second squall from
the same quarter would not be altogether amiss.
And had there not been one further fleeting source of reassurance? Had he
not, on leaving, caught through the open door of the drawing room an
elevation of Medora Phillips' eyebrows which seemed to say fondly,
indulgently, yet a bit ironically, "Oh, you foolish girl!"? Yet if a girl
is foolish, and is going to persist in her folly, a lightly lifted pair of
eyebrows will not always stay her course. Her gathering momentum is hardly
to be checked by such slender means.
19
_COPE FINDS HIMSELF COMMITTED_
Amy Leffingwell, having written once, found it easier to write again. And
having strolled along the edge of the bluff with Cope on that fateful
Sunday, she found it natural to intercept him on other parts of the campus
(where their paths might easily cross), or to stroll with him, after casual
encounters carefully planned, through sheets of fallen leaves under the
wide avenues of elms just outside.
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