Sanctuary by Edith Wharton
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"Yes."
"Then they will be entered, I suppose?" "Of course--why not?" he answered almost sharply. "Shall you have time to attend to all that and to finish yours too?" "Oh, I suppose so. I've told you it isn't a question of tune. I see now that mine are not worth bothering with." She rose and approached him, laying her hands on his shoulders. "You are tired and unstrung; how can you judge? Why not let me look at both designs to-morrow?" Under her gaze he flushed abruptly and drew back with a half-impatient gesture. "Oh, I'm afraid that wouldn't help me; you'd be sure to think mine best," he said with a laugh. "But if I could give you good reasons?" she pressed him. He took her hand, as if ashamed of his impatience. "Dear mother, if you had any reasons their mere existence would prove that they were bad." His mother did not return his smile. "You won't let me see the two designs then?" she said with a faint tinge of insistence. "Oh, of course--if you want to--if you only won't talk about it now! Can't |
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