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A
calm
virility
and
a
dreamy
humor
,
marked
contrasts
to
her
level-headedness
--
into
these
moods
she
slipped
sometimes
as
a
refuge
.
She
could
do
the
most
prosy
things
(
though
she
was
wise
enough
never
to
stultify
herself
with
such
"
household
arts
"
as
knitting
and
embroidery
)
,
yet
immediately
afterward
pick
up
a
book
and
let
her
imagination
rove
as
a
formless
cloud
with
the
wind
.
Deepest
of
all
in
her
personality
was
the
golden
radiance
that
she
diffused
around
her
.
As
an
open
fire
in
a
dark
room
throws
romance
and
pathos
into
the
quiet
faces
at
its
edge
,
so
she
cast
her
lights
and
shadows
around
the
rooms
that
held
her
,
until
she
made
of
her
prosy
old
uncle
a
man
of
quaint
and
meditative
charm
,
metamorphosed
the
stray
telegraph
boy
into
a
Puck-like
creature
of
delightful
originality
.
At
first
this
quality
of
hers
somehow
irritated
Amory
.
He
considered
his
own
uniqueness
sufficient
,
and
it
rather
embarrassed
him
when
she
tried
to
read
new
interests
into
him
for
the
benefit
of
what
other
adorers
were
present
.
He
felt
as
if
a
polite
but
insistent
stage-manager
were
attempting
to
make
him
give
a
new
interpretation
of
a
part
he
had
conned
for
years
.
But
Clara
talking
,
Clara
telling
a
slender
tale
of
a
hatpin
and
an
inebriated
man
and
herself
...
People
tried
afterward
to
repeat
her
anecdotes
but
for
the
life
of
them
they
could
make
them
sound
like
nothing
whatever
.
They
gave
her
a
sort
of
innocent
attention
and
the
best
smiles
many
of
them
had
smiled
for
long
;
there
were
few
tears
in
Clara
,
but
people
smiled
misty-eyed
at
her
.
Very
occasionally
Amory
stayed
for
little
half-hours
after
the
rest
of
the
court
had
gone
,
and
they
would
have
bread
and
jam
and
tea
late
in
the
afternoon
or
"
maple-sugar
lunches
,
"
as
she
called
them
,
at
night
.
"
You
are
remarkable
,
are
n't
you
!
"
Amory
was
becoming
trite
from
where
he
perched
in
the
centre
of
the
dining-room
table
one
six
o'clock
.
"
Not
a
bit
,
"
she
answered
.
She
was
searching
out
napkins
in
the
sideboard
.
"
I
'm
really
most
humdrum
and
commonplace
.
One
of
those
people
who
have
no
interest
in
anything
but
their
children
.
"
"
Tell
that
to
somebody
else
,
"
scoffed
Amory
.
"
You
know
you
're
perfectly
effulgent
.
"
He
asked
her
the
one
thing
that
he
knew
might
embarrass
her
.
It
was
the
remark
that
the
first
bore
made
to
Adam
.
"
Tell
me
about
yourself
.
"
And
she
gave
the
answer
that
Adam
must
have
given
.
"
There
's
nothing
to
tell
.
"
But
eventually
Adam
probably
told
the
bore
all
the
things
he
thought
about
at
night
when
the
locusts
sang
in
the
sandy
grass
,
and
he
must
have
remarked
patronizingly
how
different
he
was
from
Eve
,
forgetting
how
different
she
was
from
him
...
at
any
rate
,
Clara
told
Amory
much
about
herself
that
evening
.
She
had
had
a
harried
life
from
sixteen
on
,
and
her
education
had
stopped
sharply
with
her
leisure
.
Browsing
in
her
library
,
Amory
found
a
tattered
gray
book
out
of
which
fell
a
yellow
sheet
that
he
impudently
opened
.
