Carolina magazine [serial] . had dust in them. He wanted to take a pin and toscrape them carefully. He wondered if any of the dust was inhis mouth. He stepped to the dresser and looked at himself in themirror, wiping his mouth very gently with an old handkerchief. Sud-denly he sat down and began to touch his face softly with the tips ofhis fingers. He had wanted to be able to talk a lot, but he couldntremember having said anything except that first Hello. It was niceto have vitality enough to talk—and to keep women. Talking took alot of vitality and so did thinking. The only thing that he coul
Carolina magazine [serial] . had dust in them. He wanted to take a pin and toscrape them carefully. He wondered if any of the dust was inhis mouth. He stepped to the dresser and looked at himself in themirror, wiping his mouth very gently with an old handkerchief. Sud-denly he sat down and began to touch his face softly with the tips ofhis fingers. He had wanted to be able to talk a lot, but he couldntremember having said anything except that first Hello. It was niceto have vitality enough to talk—and to keep women. Talking took alot of vitality and so did thinking. The only thing that he could thinkabout was John and Anne, but it was nice to think about them. He gotup slowly, groping absently with one hand for his hat, while his eyes,wandered towards the window. Mechanically he fumbled with his tiebefore he opened the door. John and Anne—yes, that was it. Hewanted just to be with them, to be with them and sit very still, to sit stilland watch them . . and . . watch them. TheCAROLINAMAGAZINE December1928. •
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