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It
is
too
extravagantly
awful
!
Is
n't
it
?
And
me
finding
her
here
like
this
--
as
you
may
go
out
for
a
stroll
and
come
suddenly
upon
somebody
drowning
in
a
lonely
dark
place
.
Jove
!
No
time
to
lose
.
Well
,
it
is
a
trust
too
...
I
believe
I
am
equal
to
it
...
"
'
I
must
tell
you
the
girl
had
left
us
to
ourselves
some
time
before
.
He
slapped
his
chest
.
"
Yes
!
I
feel
that
,
but
I
believe
I
am
equal
to
all
my
luck
!
"
He
had
the
gift
of
finding
a
special
meaning
in
everything
that
happened
to
him
.
This
was
the
view
he
took
of
his
love
affair
;
it
was
idyllic
,
a
little
solemn
,
and
also
true
,
since
his
belief
had
all
the
unshakable
seriousness
of
youth
.
Some
time
after
,
on
another
occasion
,
he
said
to
me
,
"
I
've
been
only
two
years
here
,
and
now
,
upon
my
word
,
I
ca
n't
conceive
being
able
to
live
anywhere
else
.
The
very
thought
of
the
world
outside
is
enough
to
give
me
a
fright
;
because
,
do
n't
you
see
,
"
he
continued
,
with
downcast
eyes
watching
the
action
of
his
boot
busied
in
squashing
thoroughly
a
tiny
bit
of
dried
mud
(
we
were
strolling
on
the
river-bank
)
--
"
because
I
have
not
forgotten
why
I
came
here
.
Not
yet
!
"
'
I
refrained
from
looking
at
him
,
but
I
think
I
heard
a
short
sigh
;
we
took
a
turn
or
two
in
silence
.
"
Upon
my
soul
and
conscience
,
"
he
began
again
,
"
if
such
a
thing
can
be
forgotten
,
then
I
think
I
have
a
right
to
dismiss
it
from
my
mind
.
Ask
any
man
here
"
...
his
voice
changed
.
"
Is
it
not
strange
,
"
he
went
on
in
a
gentle
,
almost
yearning
tone
,
"
that
all
these
people
,
all
these
people
who
would
do
anything
for
me
,
can
never
be
made
to
understand
?
Never
!
If
you
disbelieved
me
I
could
not
call
them
up
.
It
seems
hard
,
somehow
.
I
am
stupid
,
am
I
not
?
What
more
can
I
want
?
If
you
ask
them
who
is
brave
--
who
is
true
--
who
is
just
--
who
is
it
they
would
trust
with
their
lives
?
--
they
would
say
,
Tuan
Jim
.
And
yet
they
can
never
know
the
real
,
real
truth
...
"
'
That
's
what
he
said
to
me
on
my
last
day
with
him
.
I
did
not
let
a
murmur
escape
me
:
I
felt
he
was
going
to
say
more
,
and
come
no
nearer
to
the
root
of
the
matter
.
The
sun
,
whose
concentrated
glare
dwarfs
the
earth
into
a
restless
mote
of
dust
,
had
sunk
behind
the
forest
,
and
the
diffused
light
from
an
opal
sky
seemed
to
cast
upon
a
world
without
shadows
and
without
brilliance
the
illusion
of
a
calm
and
pensive
greatness
.
I
do
n't
know
why
,
listening
to
him
,
I
should
have
noted
so
distinctly
the
gradual
darkening
of
the
river
,
of
the
air
;
the
irresistible
slow
work
of
the
night
settling
silently
on
all
the
visible
forms
,
effacing
the
outlines
,
burying
the
shapes
deeper
and
deeper
,
like
a
steady
fall
of
impalpable
black
dust
.
"'
Jove
!
"
he
began
abruptly
,
"
there
are
days
when
a
fellow
is
too
absurd
for
anything
;
only
I
know
I
can
tell
you
what
I
like
.
I
talk
about
being
done
with
it
--
with
the
bally
thing
at
the
back
of
my
head
...
Forgetting
...
Hang
me
if
I
know
!
I
can
think
of
it
quietly
.
After
all
,
what
has
it
proved
?
Nothing
.
I
suppose
you
do
n't
think
so
...
"
'
I
made
a
protesting
murmur
.
"'
No
matter
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
am
satisfied
...
nearly
.
I
've
got
to
look
only
at
the
face
of
the
first
man
that
comes
along
,
to
regain
my
confidence
.
They
ca
n't
be
made
to
understand
what
is
going
on
in
me
.
What
of
that
?
Come
!
I
have
n't
done
so
badly
.
"
"'
Not
so
badly
,
"
I
said
.
