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What
creatures
we
be
!
I
was
more
than
half
ashamed
of
Paterson
's
faith
in
me
,
but
when
I
saw
it
begin
to
shrink
I
fought
for
it
.
An
easy
task
,
you
may
say
,
but
it
was
a
hard
one
,
for
gradually
a
change
had
come
over
the
youth
.
I
am
now
arrived
at
a
time
when
the
light-heartedness
had
gone
out
of
him
;
he
had
lost
his
zest
for
fun
,
and
dubiety
sat
in
the
eyes
that
were
once
so
certain
.
He
was
not
doubtful
of
me
,
not
then
,
but
of
human
nature
in
general
;
that
whilom
noble
edifice
was
tottering
.
He
mixed
with
boys
in
the
Gardens
;
ah
,
mothers
,
it
is
hard
to
say
,
but
how
could
he
retain
his
innocence
when
he
had
mixed
with
boys
?
He
heard
your
talk
of
yourselves
,
and
so
,
ladies
,
that
part
of
the
edifice
went
down
.
I
have
not
the
heart
to
follow
him
in
all
his
discoveries
.
Sometimes
he
went
in
flame
at
them
,
but
for
the
most
part
he
stood
looking
on
,
bewildered
and
numbed
,
like
one
moaning
inwardly
.
He
saw
all
,
as
one
fresh
to
the
world
,
before
he
had
time
to
breathe
upon
the
glass
.
So
would
your
child
be
,
madam
,
if
born
with
a
man
's
powers
,
and
when
disillusioned
of
all
else
,
he
would
cling
for
a
moment
longer
to
you
,
the
woman
of
whom
,
before
he
saw
you
,
he
had
heard
so
much
.
How
you
would
strive
to
cheat
him
,
even
as
I
strove
to
hide
my
real
self
from
Paterson
,
and
still
you
would
strive
as
I
strove
after
you
knew
the
game
was
up
.
The
sorrowful
eyes
of
Paterson
stripped
me
bare
.
There
were
days
when
I
could
not
endure
looking
at
him
,
though
surely
I
have
long
ceased
to
be
a
vain
man
.
He
still
met
us
in
the
Gardens
,
but
for
hours
he
and
I
would
be
together
without
speaking
.
It
was
so
upon
the
last
day
,
one
of
those
innumerable
dreary
days
when
David
,
having
sneezed
the
night
before
,
was
kept
at
home
in
flannel
,
and
I
sat
alone
with
Paterson
on
the
Story-seat
.
At
last
I
turned
to
address
him
.
Never
had
we
spoken
of
what
chained
our
tongues
,
and
I
meant
only
to
say
now
that
we
must
go
,
for
soon
the
gates
would
close
,
but
when
I
looked
at
him
I
saw
that
he
was
more
mournful
than
ever
before
;
he
shut
his
eyes
so
tightly
that
a
drop
of
blood
fell
from
them
.
"
It
was
all
over
,
Paterson
,
long
ago
,
"
I
broke
out
harshly
,
"
why
do
we
linger
?
"
He
beat
his
hands
together
miserably
,
and
yet
cast
me
appealing
looks
that
had
much
affection
in
them
.
"
You
expected
too
much
of
me
,
"
I
told
him
,
and
he
bowed
his
head
.
"
I
do
n't
know
where
you
brought
your
grand
ideas
of
men
and
women
from
.
I
do
n't
want
to
know
,
"
I
added
hastily
.
"
But
it
must
have
been
from
a
prettier
world
than
this
,
"
I
said
:
"
are
you
quite
sure
that
you
were
wise
in
leaving
it
?
"
He
rose
and
sat
down
again
"
I
wanted
to
know
you
,
"
he
replied
slowly
,
"
I
wanted
to
be
like
you
.
"
