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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Man in Lower Ten by Mary Roberts Rinehart: love, who is making daisy chains.
Nevertheless, when I was safely home again, with Mrs. Klopton
brewing strange drinks that came in paper packets from the pharmacy,
and that smelled to heaven, I remember staggering to the door and
closing it, and then going back to bed and howling out the absurdity
and the madness of the whole thing. And while I laughed my very
soul was sick, for the girl was gone by that time, and I knew by all
the loyalty that answers between men for honor that I would have to
put her out of my mind.
And yet, all the night that followed, filled as it was with the
shrieking demons of pain, I saw her as I had seen her last, in the
The Man in Lower Ten |
