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I
listened
respectfully
,
smiling
at
this
young
thing
for
carrying
it
so
motherly
to
me
,
and
in
the
end
I
had
to
remind
her
that
I
was
forty-seven
years
of
age
.
"
It
is
quite
young
for
a
man
,
"
she
said
brazenly
.
"
My
father
,
"
said
I
,
"
was
not
forty-seven
when
he
died
,
and
I
remember
thinking
him
an
old
man
.
"
"
But
you
do
n't
think
so
now
,
do
you
?
"
she
persisted
,
"
you
feel
young
occasionally
,
do
n't
you
?
Sometimes
when
you
are
playing
with
David
in
the
Gardens
your
youth
comes
swinging
back
,
does
it
not
?
"
"
Mary
A
--
--
,
"
I
cried
,
grown
afraid
of
the
woman
,
"
I
forbid
you
to
make
any
more
discoveries
to-day
.
"
But
still
she
hugged
her
scheme
,
which
I
doubt
not
was
what
had
brought
her
to
my
rooms
.
"
They
are
very
dear
women
,
"
said
she
coaxingly
.
"
I
am
sure
,
"
I
said
,
"
they
must
be
dear
women
if
they
are
friends
of
yours
.
"
"
They
are
not
exactly
young
,
"
she
faltered
,
"
and
perhaps
they
are
not
very
pretty
--
"
But
she
had
been
reading
so
recently
about
the
darling
of
my
youth
that
she
halted
abashed
at
last
,
feeling
,
I
apprehend
,
a
stop
in
her
mind
against
proposing
this
thing
to
me
,
who
,
in
those
presumptuous
days
,
had
thought
to
be
content
with
nothing
less
than
the
loveliest
lady
in
all
the
land
.
My
thoughts
had
reverted
also
,
and
for
the
last
time
my
eyes
saw
the
little
hut
through
the
pine
wood
haze
.
I
met
Mary
there
,
and
we
came
back
to
the
present
together
.
