42/122 Her face, as she sat opposite, was always in shadow. But it gave him a very keen feeling, as if all his soul stirred within him, to see her there. It was not the same glow, happiness, and pride, that he felt in having his mother in charge: something more wonderful, less human, and tinged to intensity by a pain, as if there were something he could not get to. He was twenty-one, and she was twenty. She was beginning to dread the spring: he became so wild, and hurt her so much. |