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"
Let
me
know
when
it
is
ready
,
"
was
all
she
said
finally
.
The
vagaries
of
passion
!
Subtleties
!
Risks
!
What
sacrifices
are
not
laid
willfully
upon
its
altar
!
In
a
little
while
this
more
than
average
residence
to
which
Cowperwood
had
referred
was
prepared
solely
to
effect
a
satisfactory
method
of
concealment
.
The
house
was
governed
by
a
seemingly
recently-bereaved
widow
,
and
it
was
possible
for
Aileen
to
call
without
seeming
strangely
out
of
place
.
In
such
surroundings
,
and
under
such
circumstances
,
it
was
not
difficult
to
persuade
her
to
give
herself
wholly
to
her
lover
,
governed
as
she
was
by
her
wild
and
unreasoning
affection
and
passion
.
In
a
way
,
there
was
a
saving
element
of
love
,
for
truly
,
above
all
others
,
she
wanted
this
man
.
She
had
no
thought
or
feeling
toward
any
other
.
All
her
mind
ran
toward
visions
of
the
future
,
when
,
somehow
,
she
and
he
might
be
together
for
all
time
.
Mrs.
Cowperwood
might
die
,
or
he
might
run
away
with
her
at
thirty-five
when
he
had
a
million
.
Some
adjustment
would
be
made
,
somehow
.
Nature
had
given
her
this
man
.
She
relied
on
him
implicitly
.
When
he
told
her
that
he
would
take
care
of
her
so
that
nothing
evil
should
befall
,
she
believed
him
fully
.
Such
sins
are
the
commonplaces
of
the
confessional
.
It
is
a
curious
fact
that
by
some
subtlety
of
logic
in
the
Christian
world
,
it
has
come
to
be
believed
that
there
can
be
no
love
outside
the
conventional
process
of
courtship
and
marriage
.
One
life
,
one
love
,
is
the
Christian
idea
,
and
into
this
sluice
or
mold
it
has
been
endeavoring
to
compress
the
whole
world
.
Pagan
thought
held
no
such
belief
.
A
writing
of
divorce
for
trivial
causes
was
the
theory
of
the
elders
;
and
in
the
primeval
world
nature
apparently
holds
no
scheme
for
the
unity
of
two
beyond
the
temporary
care
of
the
young
.
That
the
modern
home
is
the
most
beautiful
of
schemes
,
when
based
upon
mutual
sympathy
and
understanding
between
two
,
need
not
be
questioned
.
And
yet
this
fact
should
not
necessarily
carry
with
it
a
condemnation
of
all
love
not
so
fortunate
as
to
find
so
happy
a
denouement
.
Life
can
not
be
put
into
any
mold
,
and
the
attempt
might
as
well
be
abandoned
at
once
.
Those
so
fortunate
as
to
find
harmonious
companionship
for
life
should
congratulate
themselves
and
strive
to
be
worthy
of
it
.
Those
not
so
blessed
,
though
they
be
written
down
as
pariahs
,
have
yet
some
justification
.
And
,
besides
,
whether
we
will
or
not
,
theory
or
no
theory
,
the
basic
facts
of
chemistry
and
physics
remain
.
Like
is
drawn
to
like
.
Changes
in
temperament
bring
changes
in
relationship
.
Dogma
may
bind
some
minds
;
fear
,
others
.
But
there
are
always
those
in
whom
the
chemistry
and
physics
of
life
are
large
,
and
in
whom
neither
dogma
nor
fear
is
operative
.
Society
lifts
its
hands
in
horror
;
but
from
age
to
age
the
Helens
,
the
Messalinas
,
the
Du
Barrys
,
the
Pompadours
,
the
Maintenons
,
and
the
Nell
Gwyns
flourish
and
point
a
freer
basis
of
relationship
than
we
have
yet
been
able
to
square
with
our
lives
.
These
two
felt
unutterably
bound
to
each
other
.
Cowperwood
,
once
he
came
to
understand
her
,
fancied
that
he
had
found
the
one
person
with
whom
he
could
live
happily
the
rest
of
his
life
.
She
was
so
young
,
so
confident
,
so
hopeful
,
so
undismayed
.
All
these
months
since
they
had
first
begun
to
reach
out
to
each
other
he
had
been
hourly
contrasting
her
with
his
wife
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
his
dissatisfaction
,
though
it
may
be
said
to
have
been
faint
up
to
this
time
,
was
now
surely
tending
to
become
real
enough
.
Still
,
his
children
were
pleasing
to
him
;
his
home
beautiful
.
Lillian
,
phlegmatic
and
now
thin
,
was
still
not
homely
.
All
these
years
he
had
found
her
satisfactory
enough
;
but
now
his
dissatisfaction
with
her
began
to
increase
.
She
was
not
like
Aileen
--
not
young
,
not
vivid
,
not
as
unschooled
in
the
commonplaces
of
life
.
And
while
ordinarily
,
he
was
not
one
who
was
inclined
to
be
querulous
,
still
now
on
occasion
,
he
could
be
.
He
began
by
asking
questions
concerning
his
wife
's
appearance
--
irritating
little
whys
which
are
so
trivial
and
yet
so
exasperating
and
discouraging
to
a
woman
.
Why
did
n't
she
get
a
mauve
hat
nearer
the
shade
of
her
dress
?
Why
did
n't
she
go
out
more
?
Exercise
would
do
her
good
.
Why
did
n't
she
do
this
,
and
why
did
n't
she
do
that
?
He
scarcely
noticed
that
he
was
doing
this
;
but
she
did
,
and
she
felt
the
undertone
--
the
real
significance
--
and
took
umbrage
.
"
Oh
,
why
--
why
?
"
she
retorted
,
one
day
,
curtly
.
"
Why
do
you
ask
so
many
questions
?
You
do
n't
care
so
much
for
me
any
more
;
that
's
why
.
I
can
tell
.
"
He
leaned
back
startled
by
the
thrust
.
It
had
not
been
based
on
any
evidence
of
anything
save
his
recent
remarks
;
but
he
was
not
absolutely
sure
.
He
was
just
the
least
bit
sorry
that
he
had
irritated
her
,
and
he
said
so
.
"
Oh
,
it
's
all
right
,
"
she
replied
.
"
I
do
n't
care
.
But
I
notice
that
you
do
n't
pay
as
much
attention
to
me
as
you
used
to
.
It
's
your
business
now
,
first
,
last
,
and
all
the
time
.
You
ca
n't
get
your
mind
off
of
that
.
"
