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I
found
myself
prompt
.
"
She
's
not
too
ill
to
travel
:
she
only
might
have
become
so
if
she
had
stayed
.
This
was
just
the
moment
to
seize
.
The
journey
will
dissipate
the
influence
"
--
oh
,
I
was
grand
!
--
"
and
carry
it
off
.
"
"
I
see
,
I
see
"
--
Miles
,
for
that
matter
,
was
grand
,
too
.
He
settled
to
his
repast
with
the
charming
little
"
table
manner
"
that
,
from
the
day
of
his
arrival
,
had
relieved
me
of
all
grossness
of
admonition
.
Whatever
he
had
been
driven
from
school
for
,
it
was
not
for
ugly
feeding
.
He
was
irreproachable
,
as
always
,
today
;
but
he
was
unmistakably
more
conscious
.
He
was
discernibly
trying
to
take
for
granted
more
things
than
he
found
,
without
assistance
,
quite
easy
;
and
he
dropped
into
peaceful
silence
while
he
felt
his
situation
.
Our
meal
was
of
the
briefest
--
mine
a
vain
pretense
,
and
I
had
the
things
immediately
removed
.
While
this
was
done
Miles
stood
again
with
his
hands
in
his
little
pockets
and
his
back
to
me
--
stood
and
looked
out
of
the
wide
window
through
which
,
that
other
day
,
I
had
seen
what
pulled
me
up
.
We
continued
silent
while
the
maid
was
with
us
--
as
silent
,
it
whimsically
occurred
to
me
,
as
some
young
couple
who
,
on
their
wedding
journey
,
at
the
inn
,
feel
shy
in
the
presence
of
the
waiter
He
turned
round
only
when
the
waiter
had
left
us
.
"
Well
--
so
we
're
alone
!
"
"
Oh
,
more
or
less
.
"
I
fancy
my
smile
was
pale
.
"
Not
absolutely
.
We
should
n't
like
that
!
"
I
went
on
.
"
No
--
I
suppose
we
should
n't
.
Of
course
we
have
the
others
.
"
"
We
have
the
others
--
we
have
indeed
the
others
,
"
I
concurred
.
"
Yet
even
though
we
have
them
,
"
he
returned
,
still
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
and
planted
there
in
front
of
me
,
"
they
do
n't
much
count
,
do
they
?
"
I
made
the
best
of
it
,
but
I
felt
wan
.
"
It
depends
on
what
you
call
'
much
'
!
"
"
Yes
"
--
with
all
accommodation
--
"
everything
depends
!
"
On
this
,
however
,
he
faced
to
the
window
again
and
presently
reached
it
with
his
vague
,
restless
,
cogitating
step
.
He
remained
there
awhile
,
with
his
forehead
against
the
glass
,
in
contemplation
of
the
stupid
shrubs
I
knew
and
the
dull
things
of
November
.
I
had
always
my
hypocrisy
of
"
work
,
"
behind
which
,
now
,
I
gained
the
sofa
.
Steadying
myself
with
it
there
as
I
had
repeatedly
done
at
those
moments
of
torment
that
I
have
described
as
the
moments
of
my
knowing
the
children
to
be
given
to
something
from
which
I
was
barred
,
I
sufficiently
obeyed
my
habit
of
being
prepared
for
the
worst
.
But
an
extraordinary
impression
dropped
on
me
as
I
extracted
a
meaning
from
the
boy
's
embarrassed
back
--
none
other
than
the
impression
that
I
was
not
barred
now
.
This
inference
grew
in
a
few
minutes
to
sharp
intensity
and
seemed
bound
up
with
the
direct
perception
that
it
was
positively
he
who
was
.
The
frames
and
squares
of
the
great
window
were
a
kind
of
image
,
for
him
,
of
a
kind
of
failure
.
I
felt
that
I
saw
him
,
at
any
rate
,
shut
in
or
shut
out
.
He
was
admirable
,
but
not
comfortable
:
I
took
it
in
with
a
throb
of
hope
.
Was
n't
he
looking
,
through
the
haunted
pane
,
for
something
he
could
n't
see
?
--
and
was
n't
it
the
first
time
in
the
whole
business
that
he
had
known
such
a
lapse
?
The
first
,
the
very
first
:
I
found
it
a
splendid
portent
.
It
made
him
anxious
,
though
he
watched
himself
;
he
had
been
anxious
all
day
and
,
even
while
in
his
usual
sweet
little
manner
he
sat
at
table
,
had
needed
all
his
small
strange
genius
to
give
it
a
gloss
.
When
he
at
last
turned
round
to
meet
me
,
it
was
almost
as
if
this
genius
had
succumbed
.
"
Well
,
I
think
I
'm
glad
Bly
agrees
with
me
!
"
