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He
captured
the
hand
that
invited
,
and
felt
on
the
palm
familiar
markings
and
distortions
.
"
When
’
d
you
chuck
the
cannery
?
"
he
asked
.
"
How
’
d
yeh
know
?
"
and
,
"
My
,
ain
’
t
cheh
a
mind
-
reader
!
"
the
girls
chorussed
.
And
while
he
exchanged
the
stupidities
of
stupid
minds
with
them
,
before
his
inner
sight
towered
the
book
-
shelves
of
the
library
,
filled
with
the
wisdom
of
the
ages
.
He
smiled
bitterly
at
the
incongruity
of
it
,
and
was
assailed
by
doubts
.
But
between
inner
vision
and
outward
pleasantry
he
found
time
to
watch
the
theatre
crowd
streaming
by
.
And
then
he
saw
Her
,
under
the
lights
,
between
her
brother
and
the
strange
young
man
with
glasses
,
and
his
heart
seemed
to
stand
still
.
He
had
waited
long
for
this
moment
.
He
had
time
to
note
the
light
,
fluffy
something
that
hid
her
queenly
head
,
the
tasteful
lines
of
her
wrapped
figure
,
the
gracefulness
of
her
carriage
and
of
the
hand
that
caught
up
her
skirts
;
and
then
she
was
gone
and
he
was
left
staring
at
the
two
girls
of
the
cannery
,
at
their
tawdry
attempts
at
prettiness
of
dress
,
their
tragic
efforts
to
be
clean
and
trim
,
the
cheap
cloth
,
the
cheap
ribbons
,
and
the
cheap
rings
on
the
fingers
.
He
felt
a
tug
at
his
arm
,
and
heard
a
voice
saying
:
-
"
Wake
up
,
Bill
!
What
’
s
the
matter
with
you
?
"
"
What
was
you
sayin
’
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Oh
,
nothin
’
,
"
the
dark
girl
answered
,
with
a
toss
of
her
head
.
"
I
was
only
remarkin
’
—
"
"
What
?
"
"
Well
,
I
was
whisperin
’
it
’
d
be
a
good
idea
if
you
could
dig
up
a
gentleman
friend
—
for
her
"
(
indicating
her
companion
)
,
"
and
then
,
we
could
go
off
an
’
have
ice
-
cream
soda
somewhere
,
or
coffee
,
or
anything
.
"
He
was
afflicted
by
a
sudden
spiritual
nausea
.
The
transition
from
Ruth
to
this
had
been
too
abrupt
.
Ranged
side
by
side
with
the
bold
,
defiant
eyes
of
the
girl
before
him
,
he
saw
Ruth
’
s
clear
,
luminous
eyes
,
like
a
saint
’
s
,
gazing
at
him
out
of
unplumbed
depths
of
purity
.
And
,
somehow
,
he
felt
within
him
a
stir
of
power
.
He
was
better
than
this
.
Life
meant
more
to
him
than
it
meant
to
these
two
girls
whose
thoughts
did
not
go
beyond
ice
-
cream
and
a
gentleman
friend
.
He
remembered
that
he
had
led
always
a
secret
life
in
his
thoughts
.
These
thoughts
he
had
tried
to
share
,
but
never
had
he
found
a
woman
capable
of
understanding
—
nor
a
man
.
He
had
tried
,
at
times
,
but
had
only
puzzled
his
listeners
.
And
as
his
thoughts
had
been
beyond
them
,
so
,
he
argued
now
,
he
must
be
beyond
them
.
He
felt
power
move
in
him
,
and
clenched
his
fists
.
If
life
meant
more
to
him
,
then
it
was
for
him
to
demand
more
from
life
,
but
he
could
not
demand
it
from
such
companionship
as
this
.
Those
bold
black
eyes
had
nothing
to
offer
.
He
knew
the
thoughts
behind
them
—
of
ice
-
cream
and
of
something
else
.
But
those
saint
’
s
eyes
alongside
—
they
offered
all
he
knew
and
more
than
he
could
guess
.
They
offered
books
and
painting
,
beauty
and
repose
,
and
all
the
fine
elegance
of
higher
existence
.
Behind
those
black
eyes
he
knew
every
thought
process
.
It
was
like
clockwork
.
He
could
watch
every
wheel
go
around
.
Their
bid
was
low
pleasure
,
narrow
as
the
grave
,
that
palled
,
and
the
grave
was
at
the
end
of
it
.
But
the
bid
of
the
saint
’
s
eyes
was
mystery
,
and
wonder
unthinkable
,
and
eternal
life
.
He
had
caught
glimpses
of
the
soul
in
them
,
and
glimpses
of
his
own
soul
,
too
.
