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They did not mention the dinner again, but for weeks it hung in the background of all Anne's thought. The long silences and sudden irritations of Roger she interpreted by it, as well as her own growing inability to discuss his work with him. All their talks now were touched with the same dislike, almost fear, she had always had of dropping the curtain of Hilda's Niche behind her, and being left alone in the dark confusion of the interior.
Beyond the brilliant light of her own happiness in the coming of the baby, the still positive joy in her pretty home, there was something dark, hidden and unclear. It was as if Roger himself had absorbed some of the dumb hatred, the bitterness of revolt that saturated the outside world.