All we do is go on like this
both of us getting worked up whenever we see each other and both of us
hurting each other and nothing happening--Oh, Nancy, I thought we could
help each other always and now we can't even [Illustration: AND THEN THE
QUEER MAN HAD GONE OUT OF THE DOOR] a little any more. You remember when we
promised that if either of us stopping loving each other we'd tell?"
Nancy is very silent and rather white.
"Yes, Ollie."
"Well, Nancy?"
"Well--"
They look at each other as if they were watching each other burn.
"Good-by darling, darling, darling!" says Ollie through lips like a
marionette's.
Then Nancy feels him take hold of her again--the arms of somebody else in
Oliver's body--and a cold mouth hurting her cheek--and still she cannot
speak. And then the queer man who was walking up and down so disturbingly
has gone out of the door.
XVI
Oliver finds himself walking along a long street in a city. It is not a
distinguished street by any means--there are neither plate-glass shops nor
'residences' on it--just an ordinary street of little stores and small
houses and occasionally an apartment building named for a Pullman car.
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