But there it is -- there 's only two men in the Glen I 'd ever want to talk to -- and what with gossip and this wretched love-making business it 's not likely I 'll ever see either of them again . I could , '' said Ellen , addressing the unmoved stars with a spiteful emphasis , `` I could have made a better world myself . '' She paused at her gate with a sudden vague feeling of alarm . There was still a light in the living-room and to and fro across the window-shades went the shadow of a woman walking restlessly up and down . What was Rosemary doing up at this hour of the night ? And why was she striding about like a lunatic ? Ellen went softly in . As she opened the hall door Rosemary came out of the room . She was flushed and breathless . An atmosphere of stress and passion hung about her like a garment . `` Why are n't you in bed , Rosemary ? '' demanded Ellen . `` Come in here , '' said Rosemary intensely . `` I want to tell you something . '' Ellen composedly removed her wraps and overshoes , and followed her sister into the warm , fire-lighted room . She stood with her hand on the table and waited . She was looking very handsome herself , in her own grim , black-browed style . The new black velvet dress , with its train and V-neck , which she had made purposely for the party , became her stately , massive figure . She wore coiled around her neck the rich heavy necklace of amber beads which was a family heirloom . Her walk in the frosty air had stung her cheeks into a glowing scarlet .
But her steel-blue eyes were as icy and unyielding as the sky XXXXX the winter night .
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