And
now the protection of the past that had prevented understanding of
sordid situations and polluting possibilities was being roughly torn
away, and I was seeing that which not only stung and shocked and
sickened, but I was seeing myself as one who after selfish sleep had
been rudely waked.
Head and heart hot, I pushed back upleaping questions, forced down
surging suspicion and tormenting fears, but all the while I was
conscious that in the friendship that was mine and Selwyn's, the
something that was more than friendship, a great gap had opened that
was separating us. If he gave no explanation of his acquaintance
with the girl he had just left, it must be because he could not. He
knew my hatred of mystery, my insistence upon frankness between
friends. Would he come in and talk as freely as he had ever done of
whatever concerned him? Would he tell me--
As I opened the door with my latch-key Bettina bounded inside, and
the light falling on Selwyn's face showed it white and worn.
Something was greatly troubling him.
"Good night." He turned toward the steps without offering his hand.
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