CHAPTER XLI
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kenwithmoonshine—allthedelightsofherlostparadise.ShewouldnotletherselfthinkofBarney.Onlyoftheselesserthings.ShecouldnotenduretothinkofBarney.
Thenshethoughtofhiminescapably.Sheachedforhim.Shewantedhisarmsaroundher—hisfaceagainsthers—hiswhispersinherear.Sherecalledallhisfriendlylooksandquipsandjests—hislittlecompliments—hiscaresses.Shecountedthemalloverasawomanmightcountherjewels—notonedidshemissfromthefirstdaytheyhadmet.Thesememorieswereallshecouldhavenow.Sheshuthereyesandprayed.
“Letmeremembereveryone,God!Letmeneverforgetoneofthem!”
Yetitwouldbebettertoforget.Thisagonyoflongingandlonelinesswouldnotbesoterribleifonecouldforget.AndEthelTraverse.Thatshimmeringwitchwomanwithherwhiteskinandblackeyesandshininghair.ThewomanBarneyhadloved.Thewomanwhomhestillloved.Hadn’thetoldherheneverchangedhismind?WhowaswaitingforhiminMontreal.Whowastherightwifeforarichandfamousman.Barneywouldmarryher,ofcourse,whenhegothisdivorce.HowValancyhatedher!Andenviedher!Barneyhadsaid,“Iloveyou,”to
