college; and torn it open as she crossed to the Womens room。
The world seemed to dissolve away from around her; she stood
alone in clear air。
Where could she go; to be alone? She fled away; upstairs; and
through the private way to the reference library。 Seizing a
book; she sat down and pondered the letter。 Her heart beat; her
limbs trembled。 As in a dream; she heard one gong sound in the
college; then; strangely; another。 The first lecture had gone
by。
Hurriedly she took one of her note…books and began to
write。
〃Dear Anton; Yes; I still have the ring。 I should be very
glad to see you again。 You can e here to college for me; or I
will meet you somewhere in the town。 Will you let me know? Your
sincere friend〃
Trembling; she asked the librarian; who was her friend; if he
would give her an envelope。 She sealed and addressed her letter;
and went out; bare…headed; to post it。 When it was dropped into
the pillar…box; the world became a very still; pale place;
without confines。 She wandered back to college; to her pale
dream; like a first wan light of dawn。
Skrebensky came one afternoon the following week。 Day after
day; she had hurried swiftly to the letter…rack on her arrival
at college in the morning; and during the intervals between
lectures。 Several times; swiftly; with secretive fingers; she
had plucked his letter down from its public prominence; and fled
across the hall holding it fast and hidden。 She read her letters
in the botany laboratory; where her corner was always reserved
to her。
Several letters; and then he was ing。 It was Friday
afternoon he appointed。 She worked over her microscope with
feverish activity; able to give only half her attention; yet
working closely and rapidly。 She had on her slide some special
stuff e up from London that day; and the professor was fussy