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Aileen’s Last Card

           Shecravedonlythefanfareofthelivingnotpaintedresemblances.Shereturnedtothemusic-room,tothecourtoforchids,andwasjustabouttogoup-stairstoprepareherselfadrinkandreadanovelwhenCowperwoodobserved:

           "You’rebored,aren’tyou?"

           "Ohno;I’musedtolonelyevenings,"shereplied,quietlyandwithoutanyattemptatsarcasm.

           Relentlessashewasinhewinglifetohistheoryhammeringsubstancetotheformofhisthoughtyethewastender,too,inthemannerofarainbowdancingoveranabyss.Forthemomenthewantedtosay,"Poorgirlie,youdohaveahardtime,don’tyou,withme?"buthereflectedinstantlyhowsucharemarkwouldbereceived.Hemeditated,holdinghisbookinhishandabovehisknee,lookingatthepurlingwaterthatflowedandflowedinsprinklingshowersoverthesportivemarblefiguresofmermaids,aTriton,andnymphsastrideoffishes.

           "You’rereallynothappyinthisstate,anymore,areyou?"heinquired."WouldyoufeelanymorecomfortableifIstayedawayentirely?"

           Hismindhadturnedofasuddentotheoneproblemthatwasfrettinghimandtotheopportunitiesofthishour.

           "Youwould,"shereplied,forherboredommerelyconcealedherunhappinessinnolongerbeingabletocommandintheleasthisinterestorhissentiment.

           "Whydoyousaythatinjustthatway?"heasked.

           "BecauseIknowyouwould.Iknowwhyyouask.

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