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"Cry!" indignantly. "I n--never cry."
"Well, try it for a change. I believe it is strongly recommended
and--don't go away. Please."
"I had no idea I was going to be silly," said Desire after a moment,
in an annoyed voice.
"It usually comes unexpectedly. Probably you are tired."
Desire wiped her eyes with businesslike thoroughness.
"No. I'm not. I'm suppressed. Do you remember what you said about
suppressed emotion the other day? Well, I'm like that, and it's your
fault. You bring me to this beautiful home and you never, never
once, allow me to thank you properly--oh, I'm not going to do it, so
don't look frightened. But one feels so safe here. Benis, it's years
and years since I felt just safe."
"I know. I swear every time I think of it"
"Then you can guess a little of what it means?"
Their hands were very close upon the window-sill.
"As a psychologist--" began the professor.
"Oh--No!" murmured Desire.
Their hands almost touched.
And just at that moment Aunt Caroline came in.
"Are you there, Benis?" asked Aunt Caroline unnecessarily. "I wish
you would come in and take--oh, I did not mean you to come in
through the window. If Olive saw you! But a Spence has no idea of
dignity. Now that you are in, I wish you would take Desire up to
your room. I wired Olive to prepare the west room. It is grey and
pink, so nice for Desire who is somewhat pale. The bed is very
comfortable, too, and large.
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