through. A river of people flowed around Joe and Evelyn; fat couples hurrying to catch the last train home to New Jersey suburbs; middle-aged quartettes from Riverside Drive, Lucille being conscientiously girlish with Ada's husband, Ada with Lucille's; exquisite silly débutantes dancing up and down as they waited for their motor cars; smooth young men; prostitutes; visitors from points West. All caught up together in the shimmering web of life, excitement, pain, laughter, bright threads, dark threads, tangled in the wild weaving.
In the taxi her lips blossomed under his. The street flowed by so fast, as they held each other in their fragile and immortal moment.
"Evelyn! We love each other!"
"I know! I know!"
"You're trembling so"
She stirred, lifting her faintly gleaming face. Her wrists ached when he touched her. Pleasure or pain? She hardly knew. Only a feeling so intense that she could barely live.
"I never knew anything could happen like this!"
The taxi stopped, and they said good night in front of a sleepy doorman.
"I'll come to-morrow."
"When?"
"About four? I'll get through somehow."
"Get through what?"
