Susan:—— I ask myself no question.
O horror, O torrent of horror
If I asked a question.
—The mountainside
Is steep, is snow.
I mount, I mount.
I am erect: my shoulders and my feet
Freeze sharp.
—O the horror, O the torrent, O the flood
Down-pouring ...
If I asked a question.
Mark:—— Well, what difference does it make?
At least half my life is good.
I’m a good Judge, I’m a good husband and father.
Who in New York can say as much for himself?
... They looked on Fanny naturally, without color of her ... seeing her within the way of their looking on themselves: so that they came not to ask who she was who was there.
“Well, all right then ... if you ask me: you’re right. Mangel gets my goat. I can’t go him. He’s nothin’ but a damn gambler. Why does he put on airs?”
“I never saw him put on airs,” said Fanny.
They stood. Her face, upturned to James Statt’s gray one, glowed in a strange way.
“He’s so humble——“