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However
,
if
that
damped
me
in
the
moment
of
victory
,
I
was
soon
to
triumph
gloriously
in
what
began
like
defeat
.
I
had
sat
me
down
on
one
of
the
garden-seats
in
the
Figs
,
with
one
hand
resting
carelessly
on
the
perambulator
,
in
imitation
of
the
nurses
,
it
was
so
pleasant
to
assume
the
air
of
one
who
walked
with
David
daily
,
when
to
my
chagrin
I
saw
Mary
approaching
with
quick
stealthy
steps
,
and
already
so
near
me
that
flight
would
have
been
ignominy
.
Porthos
,
of
whom
she
had
hold
,
bounded
toward
me
,
waving
his
traitorous
tail
,
but
she
slowed
on
seeing
that
I
had
observed
her
.
She
had
run
me
down
with
my
own
dog
.
I
have
not
mentioned
that
Porthos
had
for
some
time
now
been
a
visitor
at
her
house
,
though
never
can
I
forget
the
shock
I
got
the
first
time
I
saw
him
strolling
out
of
it
like
an
afternoon
caller
.
Of
late
he
has
avoided
it
,
crossing
to
the
other
side
when
I
go
that
way
,
and
rejoining
me
farther
on
,
so
I
conclude
that
Mary
's
husband
is
painting
him
.
I
waited
her
coming
stiffly
,
in
great
depression
of
spirits
,
and
noted
that
her
first
attentions
were
for
David
,
who
,
somewhat
shabbily
,
gave
her
the
end
of
a
smile
which
had
been
begun
for
me
.
It
seemed
to
relieve
her
,
for
what
one
may
call
the
wild
maternal
look
left
her
face
,
and
trying
to
check
little
gasps
of
breath
,
the
result
of
unseemly
running
,
she
signed
to
her
confederates
to
remain
in
the
background
,
and
turned
curious
eyes
on
me
.
Had
she
spoken
as
she
approached
,
I
am
sure
her
words
would
have
been
as
flushed
as
her
face
,
but
now
her
mouth
puckered
as
David
's
does
before
he
sets
forth
upon
his
smile
,
and
I
saw
that
she
thought
she
had
me
in
a
parley
at
last
.
"
I
could
not
help
being
a
little
anxious
,
"
she
said
craftily
,
but
I
must
own
,
with
some
sweetness
.
I
merely
raised
my
hat
,
and
at
that
she
turned
quickly
to
David
--
I
can
not
understand
why
the
movement
was
so
hasty
--
and
lowered
her
face
to
his
.
Oh
,
little
trump
of
a
boy
!
Instead
of
kissing
her
,
he
seized
her
face
with
one
hand
and
tried
to
work
her
eyebrows
up
and
down
with
the
other
.
He
failed
,
and
his
obvious
disappointment
in
his
mother
was
as
nectar
to
me
.
"
I
do
n't
understand
what
you
want
,
darling
,
"
said
she
in
distress
,
and
looked
at
me
inquiringly
,
and
I
understood
what
he
wanted
,
and
let
her
see
that
I
understood
.
Had
I
been
prepared
to
converse
with
her
,
I
should
have
said
elatedly
that
,
had
she
known
what
he
wanted
,
still
she
could
not
have
done
it
,
though
she
had
practised
for
twenty
years
.
I
tried
to
express
all
this
by
another
movement
of
my
hat
.
It
caught
David
's
eye
and
at
once
he
appealed
to
me
with
the
most
perfect
confidence
.
She
failed
to
see
what
I
did
,
for
I
shyly
gave
her
my
back
,
but
the
effect
on
David
was
miraculous
;
he
signed
to
her
to
go
,
for
he
was
engaged
for
the
afternoon
.
What
would
you
have
done
then
,
reader
?
I
did
n't
.
In
my
great
moment
I
had
strength
of
character
to
raise
my
hat
for
the
third
time
and
walk
away
,
leaving
the
child
to
judge
between
us
