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Glaspell, Susan, 1882-1948

"The Glory of the Conquered The Story of a Great Love"

She must tell that to Karl. He would enjoy himself as a
remote abstraction.
She was still smiling about Karl's remoteness as she came into the
building. He had come down to meet her. "You see I thought you might get
lost," he explained.
"I might have," she responded, and then laughed, for when people are very
happy it is not at all difficult to laugh.
"Do you know what you look like?" he said. "You look like a kind of
spiritualised rainbow--or like the flowers after the rain."
"I dressed in five minutes," said Ernestine, smoothing down her gown with
the complacency of a woman who knows she has nothing to fear from
scrutiny.
"As if that had anything to do with it! You dress as the birds and
flowers dress--by just being yourself."
She let that bit of masculine ignorance pass with a wise little smile.
They were in the laboratory now. "I came," said Ernestine severely, "to
listen to an elucidation of the mysteries of science."
"Then you had no business to come looking like this," he responded
promptly.


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