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“
Well
,
let
us
only
think
that
here
we
are
.
”
Then
,
holding
each
other
’
s
hand
,
they
were
again
silent
,
and
the
shadow
on
the
moon
’
s
disc
grew
a
little
larger
.
“
Has
it
seemed
long
since
you
last
saw
me
?
”
she
asked
.
“
It
has
seemed
sad
.
”
“
And
not
long
?
That
’
s
because
you
occupy
yourself
,
and
so
blind
yourself
to
my
absence
.
To
me
,
who
can
do
nothing
,
it
has
been
like
living
under
stagnant
water
.
”
“
I
would
rather
bear
tediousness
,
dear
,
than
have
time
made
short
by
such
means
as
have
shortened
mine
.
”
“
In
what
way
is
that
?
You
have
been
thinking
you
wished
you
did
not
love
me
.
”
“
How
can
a
man
wish
that
,
and
yet
love
on
?
No
,
Eustacia
.
”
“
Men
can
,
women
cannot
.
”
“
Well
,
whatever
I
may
have
thought
,
one
thing
is
certain
—
I
do
love
you
—
past
all
compass
and
description
.
I
love
you
to
oppressiveness
—
I
,
who
have
never
before
felt
more
than
a
pleasant
passing
fancy
for
any
woman
I
have
ever
seen
.
Let
me
look
right
into
your
moonlit
face
and
dwell
on
every
line
and
curve
in
it
!
Only
a
few
hairbreadths
make
the
difference
between
this
face
and
faces
I
have
seen
many
times
before
I
knew
you
;
yet
what
a
difference
—
the
difference
between
everything
and
nothing
at
all
.
