With a cry of disgust he
began tearing off the hated garments.
She had done all this for him! She had known all along that he was to
come home with her.
Half an hour later he came from the bath, scrubbed until his skin was
red. He was clean! He was shaved! His hands were amazingly white.
Like a boy, he tried on the fresh, new, clean-smelling clothes. Even
to the shoes the fit in all cases was perfect. She remembered
everything--the size of his collars, the size of his shoes, the length
of his sleeves: the measurements of Tom Braddock as she had known him
when they were young together. He picked up the filmy night-dress and
kissed it a dozen times. Then he looked at the other one. A grim smile
touched his lips. How long had it been since he had slept in a thing
like that? It seemed like centuries.
He sat down on the side of the bed and dropped his chin to his hands,
suddenly a prey to widely varying thoughts, desires and emotions. For
many minutes he drooped there, thinking, wondering, doubting.
Over in a corner stood a small new leather-bound trunk. He did not get
up to look at it, or into it.
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