Sinclair Lewis: Main Street

12. CHAPTER XII (continued)

Her hand disappeared in his blackened leather glove. From the turn in the road she waved at him. She walked on more soberly now, and she was lonely.

But the wheat and grass were sleek velvet under the sun-set; the prairie clouds were tawny gold; and she swung happily into Main Street.

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