Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

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           Ithadgrownextremelypale,butasthemeaningofhiswordsshapeditselfinhermindhesawacuriousinnerlightdawnthroughhersetlook.Sheliftedherlidsjustfarenoughforaveiledglanceathim,andasmileslippedthroughthemtohertremblinglips.Foramomentthechangemerelybewilderedhim;thenitpulledhimupwithasharpjerkofapprehension.

           “Idon’tthinkhimagoodmatchforyou,”hestammered,gropingforthelostthreadofhiswords.

           Shethrewavaguelookaboutthechillyrain-dimmedroom.“Andyou’vebroughtmeheretotellmewhy?”

           Thequestionrousedhimtothesensethattheirminuteswerenumbered,andthatifhedidnotimmediatelygettohispointtheremightbenootherchanceofmakingit.

           “MychiefreasonisthatIbelievehe’stooyoungandinexperiencedtogiveyouthekindofsupportyouneed.”

           Athiswordsherfacechangedagain,freezingtoatragiccoldness.Shestaredstraightaheadofher,perceptiblystrugglingwiththetremorofhermuscles;andwhenshehadcontrolleditsheflungoutapale-lippedpleasantry.“ButyouseeI’vealwayshadtosupportmyself!”

           “He’saboy,”Darrowpushedon,“acharming,wonderfulboy;butwithnomorenotionthanaboyhowtodealwiththeinevitabledailyproblems...thetrivialstupidunimportantthingsthatlifeischieflymadeupof.”“I’lldealwiththemforhim,”sherejoined.

           “They’llbemorethanordinarilydifficult.”

           Sheshotachallengingglanceathim.“Youmusthavesomespecialreasonforsayingso.”

           “Onlymyclearperceptionofthefacts.

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