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"
It
is
she
who
insists
that
it
is
always
the
same
person
,
"
he
said
.
"
She
thinks
he
will
make
himself
known
to
me
if
anything
happens
to
her
.
"
His
voice
suddenly
went
husky
.
"
She
told
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
if
she
died
and
I
discovered
him
,
to
give
him
her
love
.
"
At
this
we
parted
abruptly
,
as
we
did
at
intervals
throughout
the
night
,
to
drift
together
again
presently
.
He
tried
to
tell
me
of
some
things
she
had
asked
him
to
do
should
she
not
get
over
this
,
but
what
they
were
I
know
not
,
for
they
engulfed
him
at
the
first
step
.
He
would
draw
back
from
them
as
ill-omened
things
,
and
next
moment
he
was
going
over
them
to
himself
like
a
child
at
lessons
.
A
child
!
In
that
short
year
she
had
made
him
entirely
dependent
on
her
.
It
is
ever
thus
with
women
:
their
first
deliberate
act
is
to
make
their
husband
helpless
.
There
are
few
men
happily
married
who
can
knock
in
a
nail
.
But
it
was
not
of
this
that
I
was
thinking
.
I
was
wishing
I
had
not
degenerated
so
much
.
Well
,
as
you
know
,
the
little
nursery
governess
did
not
die
.
At
eighteen
minutes
to
four
we
heard
the
rustle
of
David
's
wings
.
He
boasts
about
it
to
this
day
,
and
has
the
hour
to
a
syllable
as
if
the
first
thing
he
ever
did
was
to
look
at
the
clock
.
An
oldish
gentleman
had
opened
the
door
and
waved
congratulations
to
my
companion
,
who
immediately
butted
at
me
,
drove
me
against
a
wall
,
hesitated
for
a
second
with
his
head
down
as
if
in
doubt
whether
to
toss
me
,
and
then
rushed
away
.
I
followed
slowly
.
I
shook
him
by
the
hand
,
but
by
this
time
he
was
haw-haw-hawing
so
abominably
that
a
disgust
of
him
swelled
up
within
me
,
and
with
it
a
passionate
desire
to
jeer
once
more
at
Mary
A
--
"
It
is
little
she
will
care
for
you
now
,
"
I
said
to
the
fellow
;
"
I
know
the
sort
of
woman
;
her
intellectuals
(
which
are
all
she
has
to
distinguish
her
from
the
brutes
)
are
so
imperfectly
developed
that
she
will
be
a
crazy
thing
about
that
boy
for
the
next
three
years
.
She
has
no
longer
occasion
for
you
,
my
dear
sir
;
you
are
like
a
picture
painted
out
.
"
But
I
question
whether
he
heard
me
.
I
returned
to
my
home
.
Home
!
As
if
one
alone
can
build
a
nest
.
How
often
as
I
have
ascended
the
stairs
that
lead
to
my
lonely
,
sumptuous
rooms
,
have
I
paused
to
listen
to
the
hilarity
of
the
servants
below
.
That
morning
I
could
not
rest
:
I
wandered
from
chamber
to
chamber
,
followed
by
my
great
dog
,
and
all
were
alike
empty
and
desolate
.
I
had
nearly
finished
a
cigar
when
I
thought
I
heard
a
pebble
strike
the
window
,
and
looking
out
I
saw
David
's
father
standing
beneath
.
I
had
told
him
that
I
lived
in
this
street
,
and
I
suppose
my
lights
had
guided
him
to
my
window
.
"
I
could
not
lie
down
,
"
he
called
up
hoarsely
,
"
until
I
heard
your
news
.
Is
it
all
right
?
"
