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at intervals, and now and then the fig
ures, which had occupied the benches,
passed into the circles of vaporous H.
Elimination. and passed Gus Of them,
as if they had been crossing the stage
of theater.
Berry did not move and did not no.
tice the increasing chill of the hour or
the moisture beading on her clothes
like wintry rime. She was sunk in an
abyss of thought, a suspended trance
of contemplation. of receptivity to new
ideas. In one hour her basic estimate
of human nature, her accepted meas
urement of motives and standards, had
been suddenly upset. Her point Of
view was like a Kaleidoscope, which
is Unexpectedly turned. Sitting mo-
tionless on the bench she saw the IA
miliar aspect of life fallen into new
shapes, taking on alien forms.
She realized that Dominick had new
er been happy with her, and, for the
first time, she understood the gulf be-
tween them. She saw what the life
was that he had wanted TO lead, and
that he could have led with the other
woman. 1t would have been that very
form of existence which Berry had al
ways derided, and thought an outward
expression of the inward dullness of
people who had children, looked shah
by, and did not care for money. Now
she felt insure as to whether her
scorn of it was not foolish and unen-
lightened. AS in a sudden forward
shoot of a search-light, she saw them
-Dominick and Rose-happy in a way
she had never dreamed OF being happy
in a world so far from hers that she
had never before had a clear look at
it, man and women concentrated up
on the piece Of life that belonged to
them, living passionately for each 9th
er, Indifferent to all that seemed to
her of value.
She brought her mental vision back
from this upon herself and felt shaken
and slightly sick Seeing beyond the
circle of her own experience and SEN
sation for the first time. she would
have said TO any companion who
might have shared her thoughts: mo
wonder Dominick didn't get on with
me" For a dispassionately-cont
plative moment she saw herself in
Dominick's eyes; she saw their mar
ried life as it had been TO him. She
felt sorry for both of them--for him
in his forced acquiescence with the
conditions around him, for herself be-
cause of her ignorance of all he had
wanted and expected.
II couldn't be any different" she
whispered to herself, that's the way
| am"
She never could be any different
She was one kind of woman and Rose
Cannon was another, and Dominick
belonged to Rose Cannon's kind. She
did not know that it was so much bet
ter than her kind but it was different.
They made her feel like an outsider in
distant world, and the feeling gave
her a sensation of deadly depression
The burning heat of resentment that
had made her speak to Rose was gone
All the burning heats and angers of
the last two months seemed to belong
to the past. An Icy, nostalgia ache Of
loneliness had hold Of her. The accus-
toned sense Of intimacy and warm, en-
joying interest in the world-what we
mean when we talk of 'living"-had
been completely drawn out of her.
The cold, biting in 10 her marrow.
at last woke her to a realization OF her
surroundings, and she sat upright,
looking blinkingly 20 the right and left.
The half-lit plaza lay like lake of
shadow surrounded by circlet Of
light and girdled by noise. 1t was like
the brightness and animation of the