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"
Why
did
you
,
Myrtle
?
"
demanded
Catherine
.
"
Nobody
forced
you
to
.
"
Myrtle
considered
.
"
I
married
him
because
I
thought
he
was
a
gentleman
,
"
she
said
finally
.
"
I
thought
he
knew
something
about
breeding
,
but
he
was
n't
fit
to
lick
my
shoe
.
"
"
You
were
crazy
about
him
for
a
while
,
"
said
Catherine
.
"
Crazy
about
him
!
"
cried
Myrtle
incredulously
.
"
Who
said
I
was
crazy
about
him
?
I
never
was
any
more
crazy
about
him
than
I
was
about
that
man
there
.
"
She
pointed
suddenly
at
me
,
and
every
one
looked
at
me
accusingly
.
I
tried
to
show
by
my
expression
that
I
had
played
no
part
in
her
past
.
"
The
only
crazy
I
was
was
when
I
married
him
.
I
knew
right
away
I
made
a
mistake
.
He
borrowed
somebody
's
best
suit
to
get
married
in
,
and
never
even
told
me
about
it
,
and
the
man
came
after
it
one
day
when
he
was
out
.
'
oh
,
is
that
your
suit
?
'
I
said
.
'
this
is
the
first
I
ever
heard
about
it
.
'
But
I
gave
it
to
him
and
then
I
lay
down
and
cried
to
beat
the
band
all
afternoon
.
"
"
She
really
ought
to
get
away
from
him
,
"
resumed
Catherine
to
me
.
"
They
've
been
living
over
that
garage
for
eleven
years
.
And
tom
's
the
first
sweetie
she
ever
had
.
"
The
bottle
of
whiskey
--
a
second
one
--
was
now
in
constant
demand
by
all
present
,
excepting
Catherine
,
who
"
felt
just
as
good
on
nothing
at
all
.
"
Tom
rang
for
the
janitor
and
sent
him
for
some
celebrated
sandwiches
,
which
were
a
complete
supper
in
themselves
.
I
wanted
to
get
out
and
walk
southward
toward
the
park
through
the
soft
twilight
,
but
each
time
I
tried
to
go
I
became
entangled
in
some
wild
,
strident
argument
which
pulled
me
back
,
as
if
with
ropes
,
into
my
chair
.
Yet
high
over
the
city
our
line
of
yellow
windows
must
have
contributed
their
share
of
human
secrecy
to
the
casual
watcher
in
the
darkening
streets
,
and
I
was
him
too
,
looking
up
and
wondering
.
I
was
within
and
without
,
simultaneously
enchanted
and
repelled
by
the
inexhaustible
variety
of
life
.
Myrtle
pulled
her
chair
close
to
mine
,
and
suddenly
her
warm
breath
poured
over
me
the
story
of
her
first
meeting
with
Tom
.
