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"
What
do
you
mean
,
Jane
?
I
told
you
I
would
send
Adele
to
school
;
and
what
do
I
want
with
a
child
for
a
companion
,
and
not
my
own
child
,
--
a
French
dancer
's
bastard
?
Why
do
you
importune
me
about
her
!
I
say
,
why
do
you
assign
Adele
to
me
for
a
companion
?
"
"
You
spoke
of
a
retirement
,
sir
;
and
retirement
and
solitude
are
dull
:
too
dull
for
you
.
"
"
Solitude
!
solitude
!
"
he
reiterated
with
irritation
.
"
I
see
I
must
come
to
an
explanation
.
I
do
n't
know
what
sphynx-like
expression
is
forming
in
your
countenance
.
You
are
to
share
my
solitude
.
Do
you
understand
?
"
I
shook
my
head
:
it
required
a
degree
of
courage
,
excited
as
he
was
becoming
,
even
to
risk
that
mute
sign
of
dissent
.
He
had
been
walking
fast
about
the
room
,
and
he
stopped
,
as
if
suddenly
rooted
to
one
spot
.
He
looked
at
me
long
and
hard
:
I
turned
my
eyes
from
him
,
fixed
them
on
the
fire
,
and
tried
to
assume
and
maintain
a
quiet
,
collected
aspect
.
"
Now
for
the
hitch
in
Jane
's
character
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
speaking
more
calmly
than
from
his
look
I
had
expected
him
to
speak
.
"
The
reel
of
silk
has
run
smoothly
enough
so
far
;
but
I
always
knew
there
would
come
a
knot
and
a
puzzle
:
here
it
is
.
Now
for
vexation
,
and
exasperation
,
and
endless
trouble
!
By
God
!
I
long
to
exert
a
fraction
of
Samson
's
strength
,
and
break
the
entanglement
like
tow
!
"
He
recommenced
his
walk
,
but
soon
again
stopped
,
and
this
time
just
before
me
.
"
Jane
!
will
you
hear
reason
?
"
(
he
stooped
and
approached
his
lips
to
my
ear
)
;
"
because
,
if
you
wo
n't
,
I
'
ll
try
violence
.
"
His
voice
was
hoarse
;
his
look
that
of
a
man
who
is
just
about
to
burst
an
insufferable
bond
and
plunge
headlong
into
wild
license
.
I
saw
that
in
another
moment
,
and
with
one
impetus
of
frenzy
more
,
I
should
be
able
to
do
nothing
with
him
.
The
present
--
the
passing
second
of
time
--
was
all
I
had
in
which
to
control
and
restrain
him
--
a
movement
of
repulsion
,
flight
,
fear
would
have
sealed
my
doom
,
--
and
his
.
But
I
was
not
afraid
:
not
in
the
least
.
I
felt
an
inward
power
;
a
sense
of
influence
,
which
supported
me
.
The
crisis
was
perilous
;
but
not
without
its
charm
:
such
as
the
Indian
,
perhaps
,
feels
when
he
slips
over
the
rapid
in
his
canoe
.
I
took
hold
of
his
clenched
hand
,
loosened
the
contorted
fingers
,
and
said
to
him
,
soothingly
--
"
Sit
down
;
I
'll
talk
to
you
as
long
as
you
like
,
and
hear
all
you
have
to
say
,
whether
reasonable
or
unreasonable
.
"
He
sat
down
:
but
he
did
not
get
leave
to
speak
directly
.
I
had
been
struggling
with
tears
for
some
time
:
I
had
taken
great
pains
to
repress
them
,
because
I
knew
he
would
not
like
to
see
me
weep
.
Now
,
however
,
I
considered
it
well
to
let
them
flow
as
freely
and
as
long
as
they
liked
.
If
the
flood
annoyed
him
,
so
much
the
better
.
So
I
gave
way
and
cried
heartily
.
