letter, help him with the play untilit was finished, and then have a glorious wedding, with Edith and Sueand Julia and all the girls. I must have fallen asleep then, for Idreamed that Julia was the bride at my wedding and that I couldn't getthere. When I woke from that nightmare I decided to let Sam have thehappiness of hearing Peter tell him of my submission to their wishes;and that time I sobbed myself to sleep.
From that fatal night until the afternoon of Peter's arrival, I saw Samonly three times, and those when there were many others with us. I wasso sweet and submissive to him that I saw I alarmed him greatly.
Peter arrived according to schedule and was met in the manner plannedby our friends. As he stood on the train platform just behind a womanand a baby, I saw his great dark eyes, that seem fairly to glow out ofhis beautiful face, eagerly race over the crowd. When they rested on methey lit with what I thought was perfect joy until I saw them find Sam afew seconds later. That was the real thing, and I never loved Peterbetter than when I saw him hold Sam's hand in his while he was greetingme in a suppressed, lover-like way and was being introduced to people.Sam was also radiant. Peter and Sam and I are the eternal triangle thatPeter is always talking into plots for plays--only Sam is the apexinstead of me. Isn't it beautiful to have it that way?
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