Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

XX

           Hestoodstaringoutthroughitssmalldiscolouredpanesatthedimbrowndistances;thenhemovedbacktothetable.

           “I’lltellyouexactlywhatImeant.You’llbewretchedifyoumarryamanyou’renotinlovewith.”

           Heknewtheriskofmisapprehensionthatheran,butheestimatedhischancesofsuccessaspreciselyinproportiontohisperil.Ifcertainsignsmeantwhathethoughttheydid,hemightyet—atwhatcosthewouldnotstoptothink—makehispastpayforhisfuture.

           Thegirl,athiswords,hadliftedherheadwithamovementofsurprise.Hereyesslowlyreachedhisfaceandrestedthereinagazeofdeepinterrogation.Heheldthelookforamoment;thenhisowneyesdroppedandhewaited.

           Atlengthshebegantospeak.“You’remistaken—you’requitemistaken.”

           Hewaitedamomentlonger.“Mistaken——?”

           “Inthinkingwhatyouthink.I’mashappyasifIdeservedit!”shesuddenlyproclaimedwithalaugh.

           Shestoodupandmovedtowardthedoor.“Nowareyousatisfied?”sheasked,turninghervividestfacetohimfromthethreshold.

           

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