Why?” asked her companion. “Why do you love him when you ought not to?” Edna, with a motion or two, dragged herself on her knees before Mademoiselle Reisz, who took the glowing face between her two hands. “Why? Because his hair is brown and grows away from his temples; because he opens and shuts his eyes, and his nose is a little out of drawing; because he has two lips and a square chin, and a little finger which he can’t straighten from having played baseball too energetically in his youth. Because – ” “Because you do, in short,” laughed Mademoiselle.
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In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath.