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"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
he
asked
,
cheeringly
,
the
rumble
of
the
traffic
destroying
the
carrying-power
of
their
voices
.
He
leaned
toward
her
,
very
anxious
to
solve
any
difficulty
which
might
confront
her
,
perfectly
willing
to
ensnare
her
by
kindness
.
"
Is
n't
there
something
I
can
do
?
We
're
going
now
for
a
long
ride
to
the
pavilion
in
Jackson
Park
,
and
then
,
after
dinner
,
we
'll
come
back
by
moonlight
.
Wo
n't
that
be
nice
?
You
must
be
smiling
now
and
like
yourself
--
happy
.
You
have
no
reason
to
be
otherwise
that
I
know
of
.
I
will
do
anything
for
you
that
you
want
done
--
that
can
be
done
.
You
can
have
anything
you
want
that
I
can
give
you
.
What
is
it
?
You
know
how
much
I
think
of
you
.
If
you
leave
your
affairs
to
me
you
would
never
have
any
troubles
of
any
kind
.
"
"
Oh
,
it
is
n't
anything
you
can
do
--
not
now
,
anyhow
.
My
affairs
!
Oh
yes
.
What
are
they
?
Very
simple
,
all
.
"
She
had
that
delicious
atmosphere
of
remoteness
even
from
herself
.
He
was
enchanted
.
"
But
you
are
not
simple
to
me
,
Rita
,
"
he
said
,
softly
,
"
nor
are
your
affairs
.
They
concern
me
very
much
.
You
are
so
important
to
me
.
I
have
told
you
that
.
Do
n't
you
see
how
true
it
is
?
You
are
a
strange
complexity
to
me
--
wonderful
.
I
'm
mad
over
you
.
Ever
since
I
saw
you
last
I
have
been
thinking
,
thinking
.
If
you
have
troubles
let
me
share
them
.
You
are
so
much
to
me
--
my
only
trouble
.
I
can
fix
your
life
.
Join
it
with
mine
.
I
need
you
,
and
you
need
me
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
know
.
"
Then
she
paused
.
"
It
's
nothing
much
,
"
she
went
on
--
"
just
a
quarrel
.
"
"
What
over
?
"
"
Over
me
,
really
.
"
The
mouth
was
delicious
.
"
I
ca
n't
swing
the
censer
always
,
as
you
say
.
"
That
thought
of
his
had
stuck
.
"
It
's
all
right
now
,
though
.
Is
n't
the
day
lovely
,
be-yoot-i-ful
!
"
Cowperwood
looked
at
her
and
shook
his
head
.
She
was
such
a
treasure
--
so
inconsequential
.
Aileen
,
busy
driving
and
talking
,
could
not
see
or
hear
.
She
was
interested
in
Sohlberg
,
and
the
southward
crush
of
vehicles
on
Michigan
Avenue
was
distracting
her
attention
.
As
they
drove
swiftly
past
budding
trees
,
kempt
lawns
,
fresh-made
flower-beds
,
open
windows
--
the
whole
seductive
world
of
spring
--
Cowperwood
felt
as
though
life
had
once
more
taken
a
fresh
start
.
His
magnetism
,
if
it
had
been
visible
,
would
have
enveloped
him
like
a
glittering
aura
.
Mrs.
Sohlberg
felt
that
this
was
going
to
be
a
wonderful
evening
.
