Julia noted the familiar details of his appearance: his short arms in
the sleeves of a perfectly fitting coat; the plump hairy white hand
which reached to hers a trifle unsteadily; his short well-made little
body that he held absurdly erect; the wide felt hat that he tried to
wear carelessly, which, in consequence, was slightly to one side on the
back of his head and showed his dark curls; the childishly fresh color
which glowed through the beard in his carefully shaven cheeks; his small
full mouth that sulked in repose but when he smiled displayed
exaggeratedly all of his little even teeth; his prettily modeled,
womanish nose; the silky reddish mustache on his short lip; and his
soft, ingratiating, long-lashed eyes. Everything in his appearance
disarmed her resentment of him. Yet she knew that if she expressed
anything of her state of mind he would take advantage of her
vulnerability. She was prepared to see his gaze harden toward her and
his demeanor, puerile now, become ruthless and commanding. She could not
analyze the thing in herself that made her so helpless before him. She
was able, she thought, to observe him coldly. She withdrew her hand
from his and said, "So you are going away again? I am glad for your
sake. I know how America must irk you. Even from my viewpoint I can see
that it is the last country for an artist." At the same moment her heart
contracted and she told herself that there was something false and
monstrous in Dudley which suppressed her natural impulse to be frank in
stating what she felt for him.
Dudley walked beside her. She wants me to go away! He insisted on
believing this. To know that she continued to suffer, however, comforted
him as much now as it had in the past. He sensed that she had, in some
remote way, remained subject to him. Because of this she was dear. When
he remembered that, but for this accidental meeting, he would not have
communicated his departure to her he was momentarily panic-stricken. He
no longer wished to detach himself from her.
"Tell me about your work. What are you doing now?"
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