"
I can hear my own heart beating and I murmur something:
"Thanks; it's quite all right. I'd rather...."
No doubt but that she is uneasy; she is afraid lest I should say
something. She sits once more looking away, but I can see she is breathing
heavily. Ah, she need have no fear; I would not trouble her with so much
as a word.
Now I had to take the empty plate and cup and set them back on the table,
but I feared to startle her in my approach, for she was still sitting with
averted head. I made a little noise with the things to draw her attention,
set them down, and thanked her.
She tried to put on a housewifely tone:
"Won't you have some more? I'm sure you can't have...."
"No, thank you very much.... Shall I pack up the things now? But I doubt
if I can."
I happened to glance at my hands; they had swelled up terribly in the warm
room, and were all shapeless and heavy now. I could hardly pack up things
with hands like that. She guessed my thought, looked first at my hands,
then out across the room, and said, with a little smile:
"Have you no gloves?"
"No; I never wear them.
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