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"
Stay
!
"
said
I
.
"
Keep
off
!
If
you
are
grateful
to
me
for
what
I
did
when
I
was
a
little
child
,
I
hope
you
have
shown
your
gratitude
by
mending
your
way
of
life
.
If
you
have
come
here
to
thank
me
,
it
was
not
necessary
.
Still
,
however
you
have
found
me
out
,
there
must
be
something
good
in
the
feeling
that
has
brought
you
here
,
and
I
will
not
repulse
you
;
but
surely
you
must
understand
that
—
I
—
"
My
attention
was
so
attracted
by
the
singularity
of
his
fixed
look
at
me
,
that
the
words
died
away
on
my
tongue
.
"
You
was
a
saying
,
"
he
observed
,
when
we
had
confronted
one
another
in
silence
,
"
that
surely
I
must
understand
.
What
,
surely
must
I
understand
?
"
"
That
I
cannot
wish
to
renew
that
chance
intercourse
with
you
of
long
ago
,
under
these
different
circumstances
.
I
am
glad
to
believe
you
have
repented
and
recovered
yourself
.
I
am
glad
to
tell
you
so
.
I
am
glad
that
,
thinking
I
deserve
to
be
thanked
,
you
have
come
to
thank
me
.
But
our
ways
are
different
ways
,
none
the
less
.
You
are
wet
,
and
you
look
weary
.
Will
you
drink
something
before
you
go
?
"
He
had
replaced
his
neckerchief
loosely
,
and
had
stood
,
keenly
observant
of
me
,
biting
a
long
end
of
it
.
"
I
think
,
"
he
answered
,
still
with
the
end
at
his
mouth
and
still
observant
of
me
,
"
that
I
will
drink
(
I
thank
you
)
afore
I
go
.
"
There
was
a
tray
ready
on
a
side
-
table
.
I
brought
it
to
the
table
near
the
fire
,
and
asked
him
what
he
would
have
?
He
touched
one
of
the
bottles
without
looking
at
it
or
speaking
,
and
I
made
him
some
hot
rum
and
water
.
I
tried
to
keep
my
hand
steady
while
I
did
so
,
but
his
look
at
me
as
he
leaned
back
in
his
chair
with
the
long
draggled
end
of
his
neckerchief
between
his
teeth
—
evidently
forgotten
—
made
my
hand
very
difficult
to
master
.
When
at
last
I
put
the
glass
to
him
,
I
saw
with
amazement
that
his
eyes
were
full
of
tears
.
Up
to
this
time
I
had
remained
standing
,
not
to
disguise
that
I
wished
him
gone
.
But
I
was
softened
by
the
softened
aspect
of
the
man
,
and
felt
a
touch
of
reproach
.
"
I
hope
,
"
said
I
,
hurriedly
putting
something
into
a
glass
for
myself
,
and
drawing
a
chair
to
the
table
,
"
that
you
will
not
think
I
spoke
harshly
to
you
just
now
.
I
had
no
intention
of
doing
it
,
and
I
am
sorry
for
it
if
I
did
.
I
wish
you
well
and
happy
!
"
As
I
put
my
glass
to
my
lips
,
he
glanced
with
surprise
at
the
end
of
his
neckerchief
,
dropping
from
his
mouth
when
he
opened
it
,
and
stretched
out
his
hand
.
I
gave
him
mine
,
and
then
he
drank
,
and
drew
his
sleeve
across
his
eyes
and
forehead
.
