Red Fleece

men, very far from a starer. At the instant their eyes met, his thoughts had been occupied with work matters and the trickery of events. In fact, th

ness of self, time, place and convention rushes in. ... Though she seemed very poor, there was something about her beyond reach in nobility. He was left with the impression of the whitest skin, the bl

t activity. Presently with curious grip his thoughts returned to a certain luncheon in New York with a tired literary man who ha

but a woman of the people. They are passionate but pure, as Poe would say. If they find a man of any value, he becomes their world. They are strong natural mothers-mothering their children and their husband, too,-an

he wore, just a hat for wearing on the head, a protection against sun and rain, and with the austerely simple black dress; but these weathered exteriors again were effective in contrast to the vivid freshness of her natural coloring. As for what remained of the literary

hat he wanted. He was startled. It was a hard moment. He explained with

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