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He
looked
about
the
room
,
at
the
picture
she
was
attempting
(
a
snow-scape
,
of
a
view
down
a
slope
)
,
at
the
view
itself
which
he
contemplated
from
the
window
,
at
some
dancing
sketches
she
had
recently
executed
and
hung
on
the
wall
for
the
time
being
--
lovely
,
short
tunic
motives
.
He
looked
at
her
in
her
interesting
and
becoming
painter
's
apron
.
"
Well
,
Berenice
,
"
he
said
,
"
always
the
artist
first
.
It
is
your
world
.
You
will
never
escape
it
.
These
things
are
beautiful
.
"
He
waved
an
ungloved
hand
in
the
direction
of
a
choric
line
.
"
It
was
n't
your
mother
I
came
to
see
,
anyhow
.
It
is
you
.
I
had
such
a
curious
letter
from
her
.
She
tells
me
you
want
to
give
up
society
and
take
to
teaching
or
something
of
that
sort
.
I
came
because
I
wanted
to
talk
to
you
about
that
.
Do
n't
you
think
you
are
acting
rather
hastily
?
"
He
spoke
now
as
though
there
were
some
reason
entirely
disassociated
from
himself
that
was
impelling
him
to
this
interest
in
her
.
Berenice
,
brush
in
hand
,
standing
by
her
picture
,
gave
him
a
look
that
was
cool
,
curious
,
defiant
,
equivocal
.
"
No
,
I
do
n't
think
so
,
"
she
replied
,
quietly
.
"
You
know
how
things
have
been
,
so
I
may
speak
quite
frankly
.
I
know
that
mother
's
intentions
were
always
of
the
best
.
"
Her
mouth
moved
with
the
faintest
touch
of
sadness
.
"
Her
heart
,
I
am
afraid
,
is
better
than
her
head
.
As
for
your
motives
,
I
am
satisfied
to
believe
that
they
have
been
of
the
best
also
.
I
know
that
they
have
been
,
in
fact
--
it
would
be
ungenerous
of
me
to
suggest
anything
else
.
"
(
Cowperwood
's
fixed
eyes
,
it
seemed
to
her
,
had
moved
somewhere
in
their
deepest
depths
.
)
"
Yet
I
do
n't
feel
we
can
go
on
as
we
have
been
doing
.
We
have
no
money
of
our
own
.
Why
should
n't
I
do
something
?
What
else
can
I
really
do
?
"
She
paused
,
and
Cowperwood
gazed
at
her
,
quite
still
.
In
her
informal
,
bunchy
painter
's
apron
,
and
with
her
blue
eyes
looking
out
at
him
from
beneath
her
loose
red
hair
,
it
seemed
to
him
she
was
the
most
perfect
thing
he
had
ever
known
.
Such
a
keen
,
fixed
,
enthroned
mind
.
She
was
so
capable
,
so
splendid
,
and
,
like
his
own
,
her
eyes
were
unafraid
.
Her
spiritual
equipoise
was
undisturbed
.
"
Berenice
,
"
he
said
,
quietly
,
"
let
me
tell
you
something
.
You
did
me
the
honor
just
now
to
speak
of
my
motives
ingiving
your
mother
money
as
of
the
best
.
They
were
--
from
my
own
point
of
view
--
the
best
I
have
ever
known
.
I
will
not
say
what
I
thought
they
were
in
the
beginning
.
I
know
what
they
were
now
.
I
am
going
to
speak
quite
frankly
with
you
,
if
you
will
let
me
,
as
long
as
we
are
here
together
.
I
do
n't
know
whether
you
know
this
or
not
,
but
when
I
first
met
your
mother
I
only
knew
by
chance
that
she
had
a
daughter
,
and
it
was
of
no
particular
interest
to
me
then
.
I
went
to
her
house
as
the
guest
of
a
financial
friend
of
mine
who
admired
her
greatly
.
From
the
first
I
myself
admired
her
,
because
I
found
her
to
be
a
lady
to
the
manner
born
--
she
was
interesting
.
One
day
I
happened
to
see
a
photograph
of
you
in
her
home
,
and
before
I
could
mention
it
she
put
it
away
.
Perhaps
you
recall
the
one
.
It
is
in
profile
--
taken
when
you
were
about
sixteen
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
remember
,
"
replied
Berenice
,
simply
--
as
quietly
as
though
she
were
hearing
a
confession
.
