"You're in a fair way to become a pariah, it seems," she said bitterly.
"What have you done, I wonder, that you've lost your lover, and that
Alice and May and Hortense and all the rest of them keep away from you?
Nothing--not a thing--except that your looks attracted a man, and the
man threw stones when he couldn't have his way. Oh, well, what's the
difference? You've got two good hands, and you're not afraid of work."
She walked out to Granville Park after luncheon, and found a seat on a
shaded bench beside the lake. People passed and repassed--couples,
youngsters, old people, children. It made her lonely beyond measure.
She had never been isolated among her own kind before. She could not
remember a time when she had gone to Granville Park by herself. But
she was learning fast to stand on her own feet.
A group of young people came sauntering along the path. Hazel looked
up as they neared her, chattering to each other. Maud Steele and Bud
Wells, and--why, she knew every one of the party. They were swinging
an empty picnic basket, and laughing at everything and nothing. Hazel
caught her breath as they came abreast, not over ten feet away. The
three young men raised their hats self-consciously.
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