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Chapter 8

Sidney entered the hospital as a probationer early in August. Christine was
to be married in September to Palmer Howe, and, with Harriet and K. in the
house, she felt that she could safely leave her mother.

The balcony outside the parlor was already under way. On the night before
she went away, Sidney took chairs out there and sat with her mother until
the dew drove Anna to the lamp in the sewing-room and her "Daily Thoughts"
reading.

Sidney sat alone and viewed her world from this new and pleasant angle.
She could see the garden and the whitewashed fence with its
morning-glories, and at the same time, by turning her head, view the Wilson
house across the Street. She looked mostly at the Wilson house.

K. Le Moyne was upstairs in his room. She could hear him tramping up and
down, and catch, occasionally, the bitter-sweet odor of his old brier pipe.

All the small loose ends of her life were gathered up--except Joe. She
would have liked to get that clear, too. She wanted him to know how she
felt about it all: that she liked him as much as ever, that she did not
want to hurt him. But she wanted to make it clear, too, that she knew now
that she would never marry him. She thought she would never marry; but, if
she did, it would be a man doing a man's work in the world. Her eyes
turned wistfully to the house across the Street.

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