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My
insistence
turned
him
from
me
and
kept
him
once
more
at
his
window
in
a
silence
during
which
,
between
us
,
you
might
have
heard
a
pin
drop
.
Then
he
was
before
me
again
with
the
air
of
a
person
for
whom
,
outside
,
someone
who
had
frankly
to
be
reckoned
with
was
waiting
.
"
I
have
to
see
Luke
.
"
I
had
not
yet
reduced
him
to
quite
so
vulgar
a
lie
,
and
I
felt
proportionately
ashamed
.
But
,
horrible
as
it
was
,
his
lies
made
up
my
truth
.
I
achieved
thoughtfully
a
few
loops
of
my
knitting
.
"
Well
,
then
,
go
to
Luke
,
and
I
'll
wait
for
what
you
promise
.
Only
,
in
return
for
that
,
satisfy
,
before
you
leave
me
,
one
very
much
smaller
request
"
He
looked
as
if
he
felt
he
had
succeeded
enough
to
be
able
still
a
little
to
bargain
.
"
Very
much
smaller
--
?
"
"
Yes
,
a
mere
fraction
of
the
whole
.
Tell
me
"
--
oh
,
my
work
preoccupied
me
,
and
I
was
offhand
!
--
"
if
,
yesterday
afternoon
,
from
the
table
in
the
hall
,
you
took
,
you
know
,
my
letter
.
"
My
sense
of
how
he
received
this
suffered
for
a
minute
from
something
that
I
can
describe
only
as
a
fierce
split
of
my
attention
--
a
stroke
that
at
first
,
as
I
sprang
straight
up
,
reduced
me
to
the
mere
blind
movement
of
getting
hold
of
him
,
drawing
him
close
,
and
,
while
I
just
fell
for
support
against
the
nearest
piece
of
furniture
,
instinctively
keeping
him
with
his
back
to
the
window
.
The
appearance
was
full
upon
us
that
I
had
already
had
to
deal
with
here
:
Peter
Quint
had
come
into
view
like
a
sentinel
before
a
prison
.
The
next
thing
I
saw
was
that
,
from
outside
,
he
had
reached
the
window
,
and
then
I
knew
that
,
close
to
the
glass
and
glaring
in
through
it
,
he
offered
once
more
to
the
room
his
white
face
of
damnation
.
It
represents
but
grossly
what
took
place
within
me
at
the
sight
to
say
that
on
the
second
my
decision
was
made
;
yet
I
believe
that
no
woman
so
overwhelmed
ever
in
so
short
a
time
recovered
her
grasp
of
the
act
.
It
came
to
me
in
the
very
horror
of
the
immediate
presence
that
the
act
would
be
,
seeing
and
facing
what
I
saw
and
faced
,
to
keep
the
boy
himself
unaware
.
The
inspiration
--
I
can
call
it
by
no
other
name
--
was
that
I
felt
how
voluntarily
,
how
transcendently
,
I
might
.
It
was
like
fighting
with
a
demon
for
a
human
soul
,
and
when
I
had
fairly
so
appraised
it
I
saw
how
the
human
soul
--
held
out
,
in
the
tremor
of
my
hands
,
at
arm
's
length
--
had
a
perfect
dew
of
sweat
on
a
lovely
childish
forehead
.
The
face
that
was
close
to
mine
was
as
white
as
the
face
against
the
glass
,
and
out
of
it
presently
came
a
sound
,
not
low
nor
weak
,
but
as
if
from
much
further
away
,
that
I
drank
like
a
waft
of
fragrance
.
"
Yes
--
I
took
it
.
"
At
this
,
with
a
moan
of
joy
,
I
enfolded
,
I
drew
him
close
;
and
while
I
held
him
to
my
breast
,
where
I
could
feel
in
the
sudden
fever
of
his
little
body
the
tremendous
pulse
of
his
little
heart
,
I
kept
my
eyes
on
the
thing
at
the
window
and
saw
it
move
and
shift
its
posture
.
I
have
likened
it
to
a
sentinel
,
but
its
slow
wheel
,
for
a
moment
,
was
rather
the
prowl
of
a
baffled
beast
.
My
present
quickened
courage
,
however
,
was
such
that
,
not
too
much
to
let
it
through
,
I
had
to
shade
,
as
it
were
,
my
flame
.
Meanwhile
the
glare
of
the
face
was
again
at
the
window
,
the
scoundrel
fixed
as
if
to
watch
and
wait
.
It
was
the
very
confidence
that
I
might
now
defy
him
,
as
well
as
the
positive
certitude
,
by
this
time
,
of
the
child
's
unconsciousness
,
that
made
me
go
on
.
"
What
did
you
take
it
for
?
"
"
To
see
what
you
said
about
me
.
"
