ture which she could not help liking. At any rate, now that she had entered for it, she had no idea of running away; already men and girls were talking about her; already her presence here had roused people to contest over her; and she meant to see this contest out. Behind one of these windows down this street or at some other lighted window which she had not yet seen, was some man yet unknown to her whose fate was bound to become entwined with hers in some new and unforeseeable way; she could count upon that, if she stayed here; and she decided to stay. So she closed the directory and tossed it away and lay on her bed, kicking her legs and wondering what there was to come to her from behind those lighted windows and what sort was he who would ride with her about the next turn of the wheel of her destiny.
