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"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
he
said
with
the
brightest
superficial
eagerness
,
"
you
wanted
me
to
tell
you
something
.
"
"
That
's
it
.
Out
,
straight
out
.
What
you
have
on
your
mind
,
you
know
.
"
"
Ah
,
then
,
is
that
what
you
've
stayed
over
for
?
"
He
spoke
with
a
gaiety
through
which
I
could
still
catch
the
finest
little
quiver
of
resentful
passion
;
but
I
ca
n't
begin
to
express
the
effect
upon
me
of
an
implication
of
surrender
even
so
faint
.
It
was
as
if
what
I
had
yearned
for
had
come
at
last
only
to
astonish
me
.
"
Well
,
yes
--
I
may
as
well
make
a
clean
breast
of
it
,
it
was
precisely
for
that
.
"
He
waited
so
long
that
I
supposed
it
for
the
purpose
of
repudiating
the
assumption
on
which
my
action
had
been
founded
;
but
what
he
finally
said
was
:
"
Do
you
mean
now
--
here
?
"
"
There
could
n't
be
a
better
place
or
time
.
"
He
looked
round
him
uneasily
,
and
I
had
the
rare
--
oh
,
the
queer
!
--
impression
of
the
very
first
symptom
I
had
seen
in
him
of
the
approach
of
immediate
fear
.
It
was
as
if
he
were
suddenly
afraid
of
me
--
which
struck
me
indeed
as
perhaps
the
best
thing
to
make
him
.
Yet
in
the
very
pang
of
the
effort
I
felt
it
vain
to
try
sternness
,
and
I
heard
myself
the
next
instant
so
gentle
as
to
be
almost
grotesque
.
"
You
want
so
to
go
out
again
?
"
"
Awfully
!
"
He
smiled
at
me
heroically
,
and
the
touching
little
bravery
of
it
was
enhanced
by
his
actually
flushing
with
pain
.
He
had
picked
up
his
hat
,
which
he
had
brought
in
,
and
stood
twirling
it
in
a
way
that
gave
me
,
even
as
I
was
just
nearly
reaching
port
,
a
perverse
horror
of
what
I
was
doing
.
To
do
it
in
any
way
was
an
act
of
violence
,
for
what
did
it
consist
of
but
the
obtrusion
of
the
idea
of
grossness
and
guilt
on
a
small
helpless
creature
who
had
been
for
me
a
revelation
of
the
possibilities
of
beautiful
intercourse
?
Was
n't
it
base
to
create
for
a
being
so
exquisite
a
mere
alien
awkwardness
?
I
suppose
I
now
read
into
our
situation
a
clearness
it
could
n't
have
had
at
the
time
,
for
I
seem
to
see
our
poor
eyes
already
lighted
with
some
spark
of
a
prevision
of
the
anguish
that
was
to
come
.
So
we
circled
about
,
with
terrors
and
scruples
,
like
fighters
not
daring
to
close
.
But
it
was
for
each
other
we
feared
!
That
kept
us
a
little
longer
suspended
and
unbruised
.
"
I
'll
tell
you
everything
,
"
Miles
said
--
"
I
mean
I
'll
tell
you
anything
you
like
.
You
'll
stay
on
with
me
,
and
we
shall
both
be
all
right
,
and
I
will
tell
you
--
I
will
.
But
not
now
.
"
"
Why
not
now
?
"
