CHAPTER XXXIX
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Therewerenobeautifulwomenhangingbytheirhaironthewalls.Itseemedaveryharmlessapartment,withacommonplacelittlesheet-ironstoveinthemiddleofit,itspipestickingoutthroughtheroof.Atoneendwasatableorcountercrowdedwithodd-lookingutensils.UsednodoubtbyBarneyinhissmellyoperations.Chemicalexperiments,probably,shereflecteddully.Attheotherendwasabigwritingdeskandswivel-chair.Thesidewallswerelinedwithbooks.
Valancywentblindlytothedesk.Thereshestoodmotionlessforafewminutes,lookingdownatsomethingthatlayonit.Abundleofgalley-proofs.ThepageontopborethetitleWildHoney,andunderthetitlewerethewords“byJohnFoster.”
Theopeningsentence—“Pinesarethetreesofmythandlegend.Theystriketheirrootsdeepintothetraditionsofanolderworld,butwindandstarlovetheirloftytops.Whatmusicwhenold?olusdrawshisbowacrossthebranchesofthepines—”ShehadheardBarneysaythatonedaywhentheywalkedunderthem.
SoBarneywasJohnFoster!
Valancywasnotexcited.Shehadabsor
