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She
had
a
mature
capacity
for
fidelity
,
for
belief
,
for
suffering
.
The
room
seemed
to
have
grown
darker
,
as
if
all
the
sad
light
of
the
cloudy
evening
had
taken
refuge
on
her
forehead
.
This
fair
hair
,
this
pale
visage
,
this
pure
brow
,
seemed
surrounded
by
an
ashy
halo
from
which
the
dark
eyes
looked
out
at
me
.
Their
glance
was
guileless
,
profound
,
confident
,
and
trustful
.
She
carried
her
sorrowful
head
as
though
she
were
proud
of
that
sorrow
,
as
though
she
would
say
,
'
I
--
I
alone
know
how
to
mourn
for
him
as
he
deserves
.
'
But
while
we
were
still
shaking
hands
,
such
a
look
of
awful
desolation
came
upon
her
face
that
I
perceived
she
was
one
of
those
creatures
that
are
not
the
playthings
of
Time
.
For
her
he
had
died
only
yesterday
.
And
,
by
Jove
!
the
impression
was
so
powerful
that
for
me
,
too
,
he
seemed
to
have
died
only
yesterday
--
nay
,
this
very
minute
.
I
saw
her
and
him
in
the
same
instant
of
time
--
his
death
and
her
sorrow
--
I
saw
her
sorrow
in
the
very
moment
of
his
death
.
Do
you
understand
?
I
saw
them
together
--
I
heard
them
together
.
She
had
said
,
with
a
deep
catch
of
the
breath
,
'
I
have
survived
'
while
my
strained
ears
seemed
to
hear
distinctly
,
mingled
with
her
tone
of
despairing
regret
,
the
summing
up
whisper
of
his
eternal
condemnation
.
I
asked
myself
what
I
was
doing
there
,
with
a
sensation
of
panic
in
my
heart
as
though
I
had
blundered
into
a
place
of
cruel
and
absurd
mysteries
not
fit
for
a
human
being
to
behold
.
She
motioned
me
to
a
chair
.
We
sat
down
.
I
laid
the
packet
gently
on
the
little
table
,
and
she
put
her
hand
over
it
...
'
You
knew
him
well
,
'
she
murmured
,
after
a
moment
of
mourning
silence
.
"
'
Intimacy
grows
quickly
out
there
,
'
I
said
.
'
I
knew
him
as
well
as
it
is
possible
for
one
man
to
know
another
.
'
"
'
And
you
admired
him
,
'
she
said
.
'
It
was
impossible
to
know
him
and
not
to
admire
him
.
Was
it
?
'
"
'
He
was
a
remarkable
man
,
'
I
said
,
unsteadily
.
Then
before
the
appealing
fixity
of
her
gaze
,
that
seemed
to
watch
for
more
words
on
my
lips
,
I
went
on
,
'
It
was
impossible
not
to
--
'
"
'
Love
him
,
'
she
finished
eagerly
,
silencing
me
into
an
appalled
dumbness
.
'
How
true
!
how
true
!
But
when
you
think
that
no
one
knew
him
so
well
as
I
!
I
had
all
his
noble
confidence
.
I
knew
him
best
.
'
"
'
You
knew
him
best
,
'
I
repeated
.
And
perhaps
she
did
.
But
with
every
word
spoken
the
room
was
growing
darker
,
and
only
her
forehead
,
smooth
and
white
,
remained
illumined
by
the
inextinguishable
light
of
belief
and
love
.
"
'
You
were
his
friend
,
'
she
went
on
.
'
His
friend
,
'
she
repeated
,
a
little
louder
.
'
You
must
have
been
,
if
he
had
given
you
this
,
and
sent
you
to
me
.
I
feel
I
can
speak
to
you
--
and
oh
!
I
must
speak
.
I
want
you
--
you
who
have
heard
his
last
words
--
to
know
I
have
been
worthy
of
him
...
It
is
not
pride
...
Yes
!
I
am
proud
to
know
I
understood
him
better
than
any
one
on
earth
--
he
told
me
so
himself
.
And
since
his
mother
died
I
have
had
no
one
--
no
one
--
to
--
to
--
'
"
I
listened
.
The
darkness
deepened
.
I
was
not
even
sure
whether
he
had
given
me
the
right
bundle
.
I
rather
suspect
he
wanted
me
to
take
care
of
another
batch
of
his
papers
which
,
after
his
death
,
I
saw
the
manager
examining
under
the
lamp
.
And
the
girl
talked
,
easing
her
pain
in
the
certitude
of
my
sympathy
;
she
talked
as
thirsty
men
drink
.
I
had
heard
that
her
engagement
with
Kurtz
had
been
disapproved
by
her
people
.
He
was
n't
rich
enough
or
something
.
And
indeed
I
do
n't
know
whether
he
had
not
been
a
pauper
all
his
life
.
He
had
given
me
some
reason
to
infer
that
it
was
his
impatience
of
comparative
poverty
that
drove
him
out
there
.
