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"
What
we
were
talking
of
,
"
she
replied
wincing
,
but
forgiving
me
again
.
"
If
I
once
thought
that
,
it
was
pretty
to
me
while
it
lasted
and
it
lasted
but
a
little
time
.
I
have
long
been
sure
that
your
kindness
to
me
was
due
to
some
other
reason
.
"
"
Ma'am
,
"
said
I
very
honestly
,
"
I
know
not
what
was
the
reason
.
My
concern
for
you
was
in
the
beginning
a
very
fragile
and
even
a
selfish
thing
,
yet
not
altogether
selfish
,
for
I
think
that
what
first
stirred
it
was
the
joyous
sway
of
the
little
nursery
governess
as
she
walked
down
Pall
Mall
to
meet
her
lover
.
It
seemed
such
a
mighty
fine
thing
to
you
to
be
loved
that
I
thought
you
had
better
continue
to
be
loved
for
a
little
longer
.
And
perhaps
having
helped
you
once
by
dropping
a
letter
I
was
charmed
by
the
ease
with
which
you
could
be
helped
,
for
you
must
know
that
I
am
one
who
has
chosen
the
easy
way
for
more
than
twenty
years
.
"
She
shook
her
head
and
smiled
.
"
On
my
soul
,
"
I
assured
her
,
"
I
can
think
of
no
other
reason
.
"
"
A
kind
heart
,
"
said
she
.
"
More
likely
a
whim
,
"
said
I.
"
Or
another
woman
,
"
said
she
.
I
was
very
much
taken
aback
.
"
More
than
twenty
years
ago
,
"
she
said
with
a
soft
huskiness
in
her
voice
,
and
a
tremor
and
a
sweetness
,
as
if
she
did
not
know
that
in
twenty
years
all
love
stories
are
grown
mouldy
.
On
my
honour
as
a
soldier
this
explanation
of
my
early
solicitude
for
Mary
was
one
that
had
never
struck
me
,
but
the
more
I
pondered
it
now
--
.
I
raised
her
hand
and
touched
it
with
my
lips
,
as
we
whimsical
old
fellows
do
when
some
gracious
girl
makes
us
to
hear
the
key
in
the
lock
of
long
ago
.
"
Why
,
ma'am
,
"
I
said
,
"
it
is
a
pretty
notion
,
and
there
may
be
something
in
it
.
Let
us
leave
it
at
that
.
"
But
there
was
still
that
accursed
dedication
,
lying
,
you
remember
,
beneath
the
blotting-pad
.
I
had
no
longer
any
desire
to
crush
her
with
it
.
I
wished
that
she
had
succeeded
in
writing
the
book
on
which
her
longings
had
been
so
set
.
