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Chapter 2
IsuddenlyknewIhadeithertobehavelikeashockedgirlwhohadstillbeenatschoolthattimetheyearbefore;orlikeanadult.
You’reaweirdkid,hesaidatlast.
Old-fashioned,Isaid.
You’dbeabloodyboreifyouweren’tsopretty.
Thankyou.
Ididn’treallyexpectyoutogotobedwithme,hesaid.
Iknow,Isaid.
Hegavemealonglook.Thenhechanged,hegotoutthechess-boardandweplayedchessandheletmebeathim.Hewouldn’tadmitit,butIamsurehedid.Wehardlysaidanything,weseemedtocommunicatethroughthechessmen,therewassomethingverysymbolicaboutmywinning.Thathewishedmetofeel.Idon’tknowwhatitwas.Idon’tknowwhetheritwasthathewantedmetoseemy"virtue"triumphedoverhis"vice,"orsomethingsubtler,thatsometimeslosingiswinning.
ThenexttimeIwenthegavemeadrawinghehaddone.Itwasofthevrikiandthetwocupsonthebench.Beautifullydrawn,absolutelysimple,absolutelywithoutfussornervousness,absolutelyfreeofthatcleverart-studentlookthedrawingsofsimpleobjectsIdohave.
Justthetwocupsandthelittlecoppervrikiandhishand.Orahand.Lyingbyoneofthecups,likeaplastercast.Onthebackhewrote,Après,andthedate.Andthen,pour"une"princesselointaine.The"une"wasveryheavilyunderlined.
IwantedtogoonaboutToinette.ButI’mtootired.IwanttosmokewhenIwrite,anditmakestheairsostuffy.
October29th
(Morning.)He’sgoneinto?Lewes.
Toinette.
