He walked more slowly, taking it in--Rosalind was not beautiful; she
had not been beautiful--even as a girl--only pretty, with a kind of
freshness and freedom about her and something in her eyes that he
had not understood--It was the look that had drawn him--He was always
wondering about it. Sometimes he saw it in the night--as if it flitted
when he woke. He had not thought of it for years. Something in the
woman’s shoulder and the line of her head was like it. But the woman
was very _beautiful!_--Suppose it were not Rosalind after all! He gave a
quick breath, and his feet halted and went on. Then a thought surged at
him, and he walked fast--he almost ran. No--No--! It was as if he put
his hands over his ears to shut it out. Other women--but not _his_ wife!
She had children--_three_ children! He tried to think of the children
to steady himself. He pictured her putting them to bed at night, bending
above Tommie and winding a flannel bandage tight around his throat for
croup; he could see her quite plainly, the quick, efficient fingers and
firm, roughened hands drawing the bed-clothes in place and tucking them
in.... The woman’s hands had rested so quietly in her lap! Were they
rough?--She had worn gloves--he remembered now--soft gloves, like the
color in her gown.... He stared at the gloves--they were long--they came
to the elbow--yes, there was a kind of soft, lacy stuff that fell away
from them--yes, they were long gloves.... They must have cost----
He tried to think what the gloves must have cost, but he had nothing to
go by. Rosalind had never worn such gloves, nor his mother or sisters.
Only women who were very rich wore gloves like that--or women----
He faced the thought at last. He had come out where the salt air struck
him; the town and its lights had fallen behind; there was the marsh
to cross, and he was on a long beach, the wind in his face, the water
rolling up in spray and sweeping slowly back--He strode forward, his
head to the wind.... There was no one that she knew--no man.... How
should she know any one that he did not know!
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