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Young People’s Pride: A Novel
Chapter 48
Stephen Vincent Benet
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       _ XLVIII
       She was sitting on the porch of the house--a small figure in the close blue hat he knew, a figure that seemed as if it had come tired from a long journey. She had been talking with his mother, but as soon as the car drew up, Mrs. Crowe rose quickly and went into the house.
       Then they were together again.
       The instant paid them for all. For the last weeks' bitterness and the human doubt, the human misunderstandings that had made it. And even as it opened before them a path some corners and resting-places of which seemed almost too proud with living for them to dare to be alive on it--both knew that that fidelity which is intense and of the soul had ended between them forever an emptier arrogance that both had once delighted in like bright colors--a brittle pride that lives only by the falser things in being young.
       They had thought they were sure of each other in their first weeks together--they had said many words about it and some of them clever enough. But their surety now had no need of any words at all--it had been too well tempered by desolation to find any obligation for speech or the calling of itself secure.
       They kissed--not as a pleasant gesture, and no fear of looking publicly ridiculous stopped them.
       The screen door behind Nancy pushed open. Jane Ellen appeared, Jane Ellen, by the look of her, intent upon secret and doubtful business, a large moth-eaten bear dangling by its leg from one of her plump hands. She was too concerned with getting her charge through the door to notice what was happening at first but as soon as she was fairly out on the porch she looked about her. The bear dropped from her fingers--her eyes grew rounder than buttons and very large.
       "Why it's Oliver and he's kissing Aunt Nancy!" she squeaked in a small voice of reproachful surprise. _