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"
The
things
you
've
never
told
me
.
To
make
up
his
mind
what
to
do
with
you
.
He
ca
n't
send
you
back
--
"
"
Oh
,
I
do
n't
want
to
go
back
!
"
he
broke
in
.
"
I
want
a
new
field
.
"
He
said
it
with
admirable
serenity
,
with
positive
unimpeachable
gaiety
;
and
doubtless
it
was
that
very
note
that
most
evoked
for
me
the
poignancy
,
the
unnatural
childish
tragedy
,
of
his
probable
reappearance
at
the
end
of
three
months
with
all
this
bravado
and
still
more
dishonor
.
It
overwhelmed
me
now
that
I
should
never
be
able
to
bear
that
,
and
it
made
me
let
myself
go
.
I
threw
myself
upon
him
and
in
the
tenderness
of
my
pity
I
embraced
him
.
"
Dear
little
Miles
,
dear
little
Miles
--
!
"
My
face
was
close
to
his
,
and
he
let
me
kiss
him
,
simply
taking
it
with
indulgent
good
humor
.
"
Well
,
old
lady
?
"
"
Is
there
nothing
--
nothing
at
all
that
you
want
to
tell
me
?
"
He
turned
off
a
little
,
facing
round
toward
the
wall
and
holding
up
his
hand
to
look
at
as
one
had
seen
sick
children
look
.
"
I
've
told
you
--
I
told
you
this
morning
.
"
Oh
,
I
was
sorry
for
him
!
"
That
you
just
want
me
not
to
worry
you
?
"
He
looked
round
at
me
now
,
as
if
in
recognition
of
my
understanding
him
;
then
ever
so
gently
,
"
To
let
me
alone
,
"
he
replied
.
There
was
even
a
singular
little
dignity
in
it
,
something
that
made
me
release
him
,
yet
,
when
I
had
slowly
risen
,
linger
beside
him
.
God
knows
I
never
wished
to
harass
him
,
but
I
felt
that
merely
,
at
this
,
to
turn
my
back
on
him
was
to
abandon
or
,
to
put
it
more
truly
,
to
lose
him
.
"
I
've
just
begun
a
letter
to
your
uncle
,
"
I
said
.
