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When she left him at the Six Firs, Mary fled down the Melhurst road in a panic. She felt sure that her hair was full of hay, though she had shaken it, and--dissembling her terror--had made her lover comb it with his fingers. Yes, how she had dissembled! And her dissembling had saved her, so she thought, when she had realized that she was ready to go over the edge of things with him if he so willed it. Yes, they had both been very near the edge of things. But suddenly she had struggled up, and had begun to laugh a little hysterically, and to tease him and throw the dry grass in his face.
-"Oh--Arnold--what a couple of children--"