Возвращение на родину

IX. Love Leads a Shrewd Man into Strategy

           Thescalesarebalancedsonicelythatafeatherwouldturnthem.”

           “Butdon’tyoureallycarewhetherImeetyouorwhetherIdon’t?”shesaidslowly.

           “Icarealittle,butnotenoughtobreakmyrest,”repliedtheyoungmanlanguidly.“No,allthat’spast.IfindtherearetwoflowerswhereIthoughttherewasonlyone.Perhapstherearethree,orfour,oranynumberasgoodasthefirst....Mineisacuriousfate.Whowouldhavethoughtthatallthiscouldhappentome?”

           Sheinterruptedwithasuppressedfireofwhicheitherloveorangerseemedanequallypossibleissue,“Doyoulovemenow?”

           “Whocansay?”

           “Tellme;Iwillknowit!”

           “Ido,andIdonot,”saidhemischievously.“Thatis,Ihavemytimesandmyseasons.Onemomentyouaretootall,anothermomentyouaretoodo-nothing,anothertoomelancholy,anothertoodark,anotherIdon’tknowwhat,except—thatyouarenotthewholeworldtomethatyouusedtobe,mydear.Butyouareapleasantladytoknowandnicetomeet,andIdaresayassweetasever—almost.”

           Eustaciawassilent,andsheturnedfromhim,tillshesaid,inavoiceofsuspendedmightiness,“Iamforawalk,andthisismyway.”

           “Well,Icandoworsethanfollowyou.”

           “Youknowyoucan’tdootherwise,forallyourmoodsandchanges!”sheanswereddefiantly.“Saywhatyouwill;tryasyoumay;keepawayfrommeallthatyoucan—youwillneverforgetme.Youwilllovemeallyourlifelong.Youwouldjumptomarryme!”

           “SoIwould!”saidWildeve.

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