"I must go now," she said in a harsh voice, and he released her.
"I'm afraid I'm an awful nuisance to you," he said. "I get these moods
at times. You're not angry with me?"
"No," she answered with a smile. "But it will hurt me if you fail.
Remember that."
She turned down the Embankment after leaving the house. She always found
the river strong and restful. So it was not only bad women that needed
to be afraid of themselves--even to the most high-class young woman, with
letters after her name, and altruistic interests: even to her, also, the
longing for the lover's clasp. Flossie had been right. Mother Nature
was not to be flouted of her children--not even of her new daughters; to
them, likewise, the family trait.
She would have run away if she could, leaving him to guess at her real
reason--if he were smart enough. But that would have meant excuses and
explanations all round. She was writing a daily column of notes for
Greyson now, in addition to the weekly letter from Clorinda; and Mrs.
Denton, having compromised with her first dreams, was delegating to Joan
more and more of her work.
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