After Youth

AFTER YOUTH By ACHMED ABDULLAH SHE was an Irishwoman. She was sentimental and emotional. But seldom had she given way to hysteria. But today her nerves were a quivering tangle of thin, tortured wires. Her heavy, loose-lipped mouth dropped and sagged in a pitiful downward curve. There were hectic spots on her thin, high cheek-bones, and her blue eyes were red-rimmed, smarting. The Adam's-apple in…