The Egg and Other Stories

They hated each other with whole-hearted hatred, that old Polish woman and the German

There was something very dear and beautiful in my Ellen and I must make Mary understand that. It will help her to be a beautiful woman," he

that had settled down upon her but it was misinterpreted by Duke Yetter

took hold of him

I will think that for an hour I was closer to her than I have ever been to anyone else

sometimes in the evening when I am walking alone in the street or in the park as we are walking now, and when evening comes softly and quickly as it has come to-night, the feeling of her comes sharply into my body and mind. After that one meeting I never saw her again. On the next day I was married and I have never gone back into her street. Often however as I am walking along as I am doing now, a quick sharp earthy feeling takes possession of me. It is as though I were a seed in the ground and the warm rains of the spring had come. It is as though I were not a man but a tree

What I am trying to say is that something of her faith in her own desires and her courage in seeing things through went with me. Is that clear to you

after she had come to me at my apartment she went entirely out of my mind

When I opened the door she stepped quickly in and I took her into my arms. We stood together in the darkness. My hands no longer trembled. I felt very happy and strong

The woman came at seven o'clock, and, as you may have guessed, I let her in and forgot the resolution I had made. It is likely I never had any intention of doing anything else. There was a bell on my door, but