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"
Were
they
then
so
many
?
"
"
No
--
only
a
few
.
Those
I
liked
.
"
Those
he
liked
?
I
seemed
to
float
not
into
clearness
,
but
into
a
darker
obscure
,
and
within
a
minute
there
had
come
to
me
out
of
my
very
pity
the
appalling
alarm
of
his
being
perhaps
innocent
.
It
was
for
the
instant
confounding
and
bottomless
,
for
if
he
were
innocent
,
what
then
on
earth
was
I
?
Paralyzed
,
while
it
lasted
,
by
the
mere
brush
of
the
question
,
I
let
him
go
a
little
,
so
that
,
with
a
deep-drawn
sigh
,
he
turned
away
from
me
again
;
which
,
as
he
faced
toward
the
clear
window
,
I
suffered
,
feeling
that
I
had
nothing
now
there
to
keep
him
from
.
"
And
did
they
repeat
what
you
said
?
"
I
went
on
after
a
moment
.
He
was
soon
at
some
distance
from
me
,
still
breathing
hard
and
again
with
the
air
,
though
now
without
anger
for
it
,
of
being
confined
against
his
will
.
Once
more
,
as
he
had
done
before
,
he
looked
up
at
the
dim
day
as
if
,
of
what
had
hitherto
sustained
him
,
nothing
was
left
but
an
unspeakable
anxiety
.
"
Oh
,
yes
,
"
he
nevertheless
replied
--
"
they
must
have
repeated
them
.
To
those
they
liked
,
"
he
added
.
There
was
,
somehow
,
less
of
it
than
I
had
expected
;
but
I
turned
it
over
.
"
And
these
things
came
round
--
?
"
"
To
the
masters
?
Oh
,
yes
!
"
he
answered
very
simply
.
"
But
I
did
n't
know
they
'd
tell
.
"
"
The
masters
?
They
did
n't
--
they
've
never
told
.
That
's
why
I
ask
you
.
"
He
turned
to
me
again
his
little
beautiful
fevered
face
.
"
Yes
,
it
was
too
bad
.
"
"
Too
bad
?
"
