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"'
No
,
"
I
said
.
He
meditated
,
with
his
legs
slightly
apart
and
his
chin
sunk
.
"
A
hair
's
-
breadth
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
Not
the
breadth
of
a
hair
between
this
and
that
.
And
at
the
time
...
"
"'
It
is
difficult
to
see
a
hair
at
midnight
,
"
I
put
in
,
a
little
viciously
I
fear
.
Do
n't
you
see
what
I
mean
by
the
solidarity
of
the
craft
?
I
was
aggrieved
against
him
,
as
though
he
had
cheated
me
--
me
!
--
of
a
splendid
opportunity
to
keep
up
the
illusion
of
my
beginnings
,
as
though
he
had
robbed
our
common
life
of
the
last
spark
of
its
glamour
.
"
And
so
you
cleared
out
--
at
once
.
"
"'
Jumped
,
"
he
corrected
me
incisively
.
"
Jumped
--
mind
!
"
he
repeated
,
and
I
wondered
at
the
evident
but
obscure
intention
.
"
Well
,
yes
!
Perhaps
I
could
not
see
then
.
But
I
had
plenty
of
time
and
any
amount
of
light
in
that
boat
.
And
I
could
think
too
.
Nobody
would
know
,
of
course
,
but
this
did
not
make
it
any
easier
for
me
.
You
've
got
to
believe
that
too
.
I
did
not
want
all
this
talk
...
No
...
Yes
...
I
wo
n't
lie
...
I
wanted
it
:
it
is
the
very
thing
I
wanted
--
there
.
Do
you
think
you
or
anybody
could
have
made
me
if
I.
.
.
I
am
--
I
am
not
afraid
to
tell
.
And
I
was
n't
afraid
to
think
either
.
I
looked
it
in
the
face
.
I
was
n't
going
to
run
away
.
At
first
--
at
night
,
if
it
had
n't
been
for
those
fellows
I
might
have
.
.
No
!
by
heavens
!
I
was
not
going
to
give
them
that
satisfaction
.
They
had
done
enough
.
They
made
up
a
story
,
and
believed
it
for
all
I
know
.
But
I
knew
the
truth
,
and
I
would
live
it
down
--
alone
,
with
myself
.
I
was
n't
going
to
give
in
to
such
a
beastly
unfair
thing
.
What
did
it
prove
after
all
?
I
was
confoundedly
cut
up
.
Sick
of
life
--
to
tell
you
the
truth
;
but
what
would
have
been
the
good
to
shirk
it
--
in
--
in
--
that
way
?
That
was
not
the
way
.
I
believe
--
I
believe
it
would
have
--
it
would
have
ended
--
nothing
.
"
'
He
had
been
walking
up
and
down
,
but
with
the
last
word
he
turned
short
at
me
.
"'
What
do
you
believe
?
"
he
asked
with
violence
.
A
pause
ensued
,
and
suddenly
I
felt
myself
overcome
by
a
profound
and
hopeless
fatigue
,
as
though
his
voice
had
startled
me
out
of
a
dream
of
wandering
through
empty
spaces
whose
immensity
had
harassed
my
soul
and
exhausted
my
body
.
'"
...
Would
have
ended
nothing
,
"
he
muttered
over
me
obstinately
,
after
a
little
while
.
"
No
!
the
proper
thing
was
to
face
it
out
--
alone
--
for
myself
--
wait
for
another
chance
--
find
out
...
"'
'
All
around
everything
was
still
as
far
as
the
ear
could
reach
.
The
mist
of
his
feelings
shifted
between
us
,
as
if
disturbed
by
his
struggles
,
and
in
the
rifts
of
the
immaterial
veil
he
would
appear
to
my
staring
eyes
distinct
of
form
and
pregnant
with
vague
appeal
like
a
symbolic
figure
in
a
picture
.
The
chill
air
of
the
night
seemed
to
lie
on
my
limbs
as
heavy
as
a
slab
of
marble
.
"'
I
see
,
"
I
murmured
,
more
to
prove
to
myself
that
I
could
break
my
state
of
numbness
than
for
any
other
reason
.
"'
The
Avondale
picked
us
up
just
before
sunset
,
"
he
remarked
moodily
.
"
Steamed
right
straight
for
us
.
We
had
only
to
sit
and
wait
.
"
