`` It 's awful never to have a man-body with some brains to talk to once in a while . And like as not he 'll never come near the house again . There 's Norman Douglas , too -- I like that man , and I 'd like to have a good rousing argument with him now and then . But he 'd never dare come up for fear people would think he was courting me again -- for fear I 'D think it , too , most likely -- though he 's more a stranger to me now than John Meredith . It seems like a dream that we could ever have been beaus . 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 .
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