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Chapter 17
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“Well,Ithinkalso,youknow,ofthisqueerbusinessofours.”
Imarkedthecoolnessofhisfirmlittlehand.“Ofwhatqueerbusiness,Miles?”
“Why,thewayyoubringmeup.Andalltherest!”
Ifairlyheldmybreathaminute,andevenfrommyglimmeringtapertherewaslightenoughtoshowhowhesmiledupatmefromhispillow.“Whatdoyoumeanbyalltherest?”
“Oh,youknow,youknow!”
Icouldsaynothingforaminute,thoughIfelt,asIheldhishandandoureyescontinuedtomeet,thatmysilencehadalltheairofadmittinghischargeandthatnothinginthewholeworldofrealitywasperhapsatthatmomentsofabulousasouractualrelation.“Certainlyyoushallgobacktoschool,”Isaid,“ifitbethatthattroublesyou.Butnottotheoldplace—wemustfindanother,abetter.HowcouldIknowitdidtroubleyou,thisquestion,whenyounevertoldmeso,neverspokeofitatall?”Hisclear,listeningface,framedinitssmoothwhiteness,madehimfortheminuteasappealingassomewistfulpatientinachildren’shospital;andIwouldhavegiven,astheresemblancecametome,allIpossessedonearthreallytobethenurseorthesisterofcharitywhomighthavehelpedtocurehim.Well,evenasitwas,Iperhapsmighthelp!“Doyouknowyou’veneversaidawordtomeaboutyourschool—Imeantheoldone;nevermentioneditinanyway?”
Heseemedtowonder;hesmiledwiththesameloveliness.Butheclearlygainedtime;hewaited,hecalledforguidance.
