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Chapter 21
“She’ssohorrible?”
Isawmycolleaguescarceknewhowtoputit.“Reallyshocking.”
“Andaboutme?”
“Aboutyou,miss—sinceyoumusthaveit.It’sbeyondeverything,forayounglady;andIcan’tthinkwherevershemusthavepickedup—”
“Theappallinglanguagesheappliedtome?Ican,then!”Ibrokeinwithalaughthatwasdoubtlesssignificantenough.
Itonly,intruth,leftmyfriendstillmoregrave.“Well,perhapsIoughttoalso—sinceI’veheardsomeofitbefore!YetIcan’tbearit,”thepoorwomanwentonwhile,withthesamemovement,sheglanced,onmydressingtable,atthefaceofmywatch.“ButImustgoback.”
Ikepther,however.“Ah,ifyoucan’tbearit—!”
“HowcanIstopwithher,youmean?Why,justforthat:togetheraway.Farfromthis,”shepursued,“farfromthem—”
“Shemaybedifferent?Shemaybefree?”Iseizedheralmostwithjoy.“Then,inspiteofyesterday,youbelieve—”
“Insuchdoings?”Hersimpledescriptionofthemrequired,inthelightofherexpression,tobecarriednofurther,andshegavemethewholethingasshehadneverdone.“Ibelieve.”
Yes,itwasajoy,andwewerestillshouldertoshoulder:ifImightcontinuesureofthatIshouldcarebutlittlewhatelsehappened.Mysupportinthepresenceofdisasterwouldbethesameasithadbeeninmyearlyneedofconfidence,andifmyfriendwouldanswerformyhonesty,Iwouldanswerforalltherest.Onthepointoftakingleaveofher,nonetheless,Iwastosomeextentembarrassed.
