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Because
of
the
price
he
was
to
receive
,
Bonhag
,
after
admitting
her
,
strolled
discreetly
away
.
Aileen
looked
at
Cowperwood
from
behind
her
veil
,
afraid
to
speak
until
she
was
sure
Bonhag
had
gone
.
And
Cowperwood
,
who
was
retaining
his
self-possession
by
an
effort
,
signaled
her
but
with
difficulty
after
a
moment
or
two
.
"
It
's
all
right
,
"
he
said
.
"
He
's
gone
away
.
"
She
lifted
her
veil
,
removed
her
cloak
,
and
took
in
,
without
seeming
to
,
the
stuffy
,
narrow
thickness
of
the
room
,
his
wretched
shoes
,
the
cheap
,
misshapen
suit
,
the
iron
door
behind
him
leading
out
into
the
little
yard
attached
to
his
cell
.
Against
such
a
background
,
with
his
partially
caned
chairs
visible
at
the
end
of
the
bed
,
he
seemed
unnatural
,
weird
even
.
Her
Frank
!
And
in
this
condition
.
She
trembled
and
it
was
useless
for
her
to
try
to
speak
.
She
could
only
put
her
arms
around
him
and
stroke
his
head
,
murmuring
:
"
My
poor
boy
--
my
darling
.
Is
this
what
they
have
done
to
you
?
Oh
,
my
poor
darling
.
"
She
held
his
head
while
Cowperwood
,
anxious
to
retain
his
composure
,
winced
and
trembled
,
too
.
Her
love
was
so
full
--
so
genuine
.
It
was
so
soothing
at
the
same
time
that
it
was
unmanning
,
as
now
he
could
see
,
making
of
him
a
child
again
.
And
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
,
some
inexplicable
trick
of
chemistry
--
that
chemistry
of
the
body
,
of
blind
forces
which
so
readily
supersedes
reason
at
times
--
he
lost
his
self-control
.
The
depth
of
Aileen
's
feelings
,
the
cooing
sound
of
her
voice
,
the
velvety
tenderness
of
her
hands
,
that
beauty
that
had
drawn
him
all
the
time
--
more
radiant
here
perhaps
within
these
hard
walls
,
and
in
the
face
of
his
physical
misery
,
than
it
had
ever
been
before
--
completely
unmanned
him
.
He
did
not
understand
how
it
could
;
he
tried
to
defy
the
moods
,
but
he
could
not
.
When
she
held
his
head
close
and
caressed
it
,
of
a
sudden
,
in
spite
of
himself
,
his
breast
felt
thick
and
stuffy
,
and
his
throat
hurt
him
.
He
felt
,
for
him
,
an
astonishingly
strange
feeling
,
a
desire
to
cry
,
which
he
did
his
best
to
overcome
;
it
shocked
him
so
.
There
then
combined
and
conspired
to
defeat
him
a
strange
,
rich
picture
of
the
great
world
he
had
so
recently
lost
,
of
the
lovely
,
magnificent
world
which
he
hoped
some
day
to
regain
.
He
felt
more
poignantly
at
this
moment
than
ever
he
had
before
the
degradation
of
the
clog
shoes
,
the
cotton
shirt
,
the
striped
suit
,
the
reputation
of
a
convict
,
permanent
and
not
to
be
laid
aside
.
He
drew
himself
quickly
away
from
her
,
turned
his
back
,
clinched
his
hands
,
drew
his
muscles
taut
;
but
it
was
too
late
.
He
was
crying
,
and
he
could
not
stop
.
"
Oh
,
damn
it
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
half
angrily
,
half
self-commiseratingly
,
in
combined
rage
and
shame
.
"
Why
should
I
cry
?
What
the
devil
's
the
matter
with
me
,
anyhow
?
"
Aileen
saw
it
.
She
fairly
flung
herself
in
front
of
him
,
seized
his
head
with
one
hand
,
his
shabby
waist
with
the
other
,
and
held
him
tight
in
a
grip
that
he
could
not
have
readily
released
.
"
Oh
,
honey
,
honey
,
honey
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
pityingly
feverishly
.
"
I
love
you
,
I
adore
you
.
They
could
cut
my
body
into
bits
if
it
would
do
you
any
good
.
To
think
that
they
should
make
you
cry
!
Oh
,
my
sweet
,
my
sweet
,
my
darling
boy
!
"
She
pulled
his
still
shaking
body
tighter
,
and
with
her
free
hand
caressed
his
head
.
She
kissed
his
eyes
,
his
hair
,
his
cheeks
.
He
pulled
himself
loose
again
after
a
moment
,
exclaiming
,
"
What
the
devil
's
got
into
me
?
"
but
she
drew
him
back
.
"
Never
mind
,
honey
darling
,
do
n't
you
be
ashamed
to
cry
.
Cry
here
on
my
shoulder
.
Cry
here
with
me
.
My
baby
--
my
honey
pet
!
"
He
quieted
down
after
a
few
moments
,
cautioning
her
against
Bonhag
,
and
regaining
his
former
composure
,
which
he
was
so
ashamed
to
have
lost
.
"
You
're
a
great
girl
,
pet
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
tender
and
yet
apologetic
smile
.
"
You
're
all
right
--
all
that
I
need
--
a
great
help
to
me
;
but
do
n't
worry
any
longer
about
me
,
dear
.
I
'm
all
right
.
It
is
n't
as
bad
as
you
think
.
How
are
you
?
"
Aileen
on
her
part
was
not
to
be
soothed
so
easily
