I
Angelica was working in the back parlour the next afternoon with Sillon
when Devery brought her in a letter. She smiled ironically and tucked it
into her blouse, for she knew the writing.
"I wonder how he’ll be this time!" she reflected. "You can never tell.
Maybe in an awful rage, or sad, or making love. Well, it doesn’t matter
to me now. I’ve finished with him! But I was really nearly gone last
night."
She had stopped short in her work and sat looking vacantly before her.
"I don’t know why I’m such a fool about that man. I don’t know what it
is about him!"