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"
I
shall
sully
the
purity
of
your
floor
,
"
said
he
,
"
but
you
must
excuse
me
for
once
.
"
Then
he
approached
the
fire
.
"
I
have
had
hard
work
to
get
here
,
I
assure
you
,
"
he
observed
,
as
he
warmed
his
hands
over
the
flame
.
"
One
drift
took
me
up
to
the
waist
;
happily
the
snow
is
quite
soft
yet
.
"
"
But
why
are
you
come
?
"
I
could
not
forbear
saying
.
"
Rather
an
inhospitable
question
to
put
to
a
visitor
;
but
since
you
ask
it
,
I
answer
simply
to
have
a
little
talk
with
you
;
I
got
tired
of
my
mute
books
and
empty
rooms
.
Besides
,
since
yesterday
I
have
experienced
the
excitement
of
a
person
to
whom
a
tale
has
been
half-told
,
and
who
is
impatient
to
hear
the
sequel
.
"
He
sat
down
.
I
recalled
his
singular
conduct
of
yesterday
,
and
really
I
began
to
fear
his
wits
were
touched
.
If
he
were
insane
,
however
,
his
was
a
very
cool
and
collected
insanity
:
I
had
never
seen
that
handsome-featured
face
of
his
look
more
like
chiselled
marble
than
it
did
just
now
,
as
he
put
aside
his
snow-wet
hair
from
his
forehead
and
let
the
firelight
shine
free
on
his
pale
brow
and
cheek
as
pale
,
where
it
grieved
me
to
discover
the
hollow
trace
of
care
or
sorrow
now
so
plainly
graved
.
I
waited
,
expecting
he
would
say
something
I
could
at
least
comprehend
;
but
his
hand
was
now
at
his
chin
,
his
finger
on
his
lip
:
he
was
thinking
.
It
struck
me
that
his
hand
looked
wasted
like
his
face
.
A
perhaps
uncalled-for
gush
of
pity
came
over
my
heart
:
I
was
moved
to
say
--
"
I
wish
Diana
or
Mary
would
come
and
live
with
you
:
it
is
too
bad
that
you
should
be
quite
alone
;
and
you
are
recklessly
rash
about
your
own
health
.
"
"
Not
at
all
,
"
said
he
:
"
I
care
for
myself
when
necessary
.
I
am
well
now
.
What
do
you
see
amiss
in
me
?
"
This
was
said
with
a
careless
,
abstracted
indifference
,
which
showed
that
my
solicitude
was
,
at
least
in
his
opinion
,
wholly
superfluous
.
I
was
silenced
.
He
still
slowly
moved
his
finger
over
his
upper
lip
,
and
still
his
eye
dwelt
dreamily
on
the
glowing
grate
;
thinking
it
urgent
to
say
something
,
I
asked
him
presently
if
he
felt
any
cold
draught
from
the
door
,
which
was
behind
him
.
