1 She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places.
2 All her interest seemed to be centered upon the delicacies placed before her.
3 She placed it in Edna's hands, and without further comment arose and went to the piano.
4 The letter was right there at hand in the drawer of the little table upon which Edna had just placed her coffee cup.
5 Madame Antoine had laid some coarse, clean towels upon a chair, and had placed a box of poudre de riz within easy reach.
6 Madame Ratignolle folded her sewing, placing thimble, scissors, and thread all neatly together in the roll, which she pinned securely.
7 He could not be in two places at once; making a living for his family on the street, and staying at home to see that no harm befell them.
8 She sat holding it in her hand, while the music penetrated her whole being like an effulgence, warming and brightening the dark places of her soul.
9 She was blindly following whatever impulse moved her, as if she had placed herself in alien hands for direction, and freed her soul of responsibility.
10 Then placing an arm around Edna's waist, she led her to the front of the house, to the salon, where it was cool and sweet with the odor of great roses that stood upon the hearth in jars.
11 Unlocking the door of her bath-room she went inside, and soon emerged, bringing a rug, which she spread upon the floor of the gallery, and two huge hair pillows covered with crash, which she placed against the front of the building.
12 She found in his eyes, when he looked at her for one silent moment, the same tender caress, with an added warmth and entreaty which had not been there before the same glance which had penetrated to the sleeping places of her soul and awakened them.