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           "I’ddoanythingintheworldforyou,Charles.I’vebeenselfish.I’veruinedyourlife,Ididn’tknowwhatIwasdoing."

           Hervoicewaslowandtremulousandshethrewbackherheadsothatherneckwaslikeawhitecolumn.Herdecolleteshowedpartofhersmallfirmbreastsandwithherhandsshepressedthemforwardalittle.

           "Youmustn’tsaythat,youmustn’tthinkthat,"heansweredgently."You’vebeenperfectalways.Iwouldn’thavehadyouotherwise.Ohmydear,lifeissoshortandloveissotransitory.Thetragedyoflifeisthatsometimeswegetwhatwewant.NowthatIlookbackonourlongpasttogetherIknowthatyouwerewiserthanI.’Whatleaf-fringedlegendhauntsaboutthyshape?’Don’tyourememberhowitgoes?’Never,nevercanstthoukiss,thoughwinningnearthegoal-yet,donotgrieve;shecannotfade,thoughthouhastnotthybliss.Foreverwiltthoulove,andshebefair!’"

           ("Idiotic")"Suchlovelylines,"shesighed."Perhapsyou’reright.Heigh-ho."

           Hewentonquoting.ThatwasatrickofhisthatJuliahadalwaysfoundsomewhattiresome.

           "Ah,happy,happyboughs!thatcannotshed

           Yourleaves,noreverbidtheSpringadieu;

           And,happymelodist,unwearied,

           Foreverpipingsongsforevernew!..."

           ItgaveJuliaanopportunitytothink.Shestaredintheunlitfire,hergazeintent,asthoughshewereentrancedbytheexquisitebeautyofthosewords.Itwasquiteobviousthathejusthadn’tunderstood.Itcouldhardlybewonderedat.