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wisdom of pity at my vouth, my guilelessness ! Ah, yes, she, being she. must have felt for me an unfathomable pity even then . . . even then. "All at once waves of warm fevers began to run over me. I became aware of myself as never had I been aware before . . . I became aware of life, all about me . . . colors . . . rhythms ... I wanted to talk to her ... to tell her things ... all sorts of things . . . and oh, I wanted to ask her things. I grew incoherent and I didn't want her to go away. I didn't want to lose sight of her, touch of
"And then Rita raised her little hand, her little white hand, and her voice came to us like the flutter of a bruised bird's wings ... 'I love you . . . and I mus' splk de truth,' she said"
her, sound of her. I had never wanted anything before, never really. .That, at least, that much was clear to me.
"I remember my voice, how roughened it was, how husky, how different from the cool, commanding voice of the Rector of St. Giles, when it said to her : '"'Rut I must see you again, please . . . please . . .
"And I remember the first foreboding in her eyes . . . deepening as i took her hands and kist them, one by one ... 1 think she must have felt for me then . . . Ah, well, but I anticipate ... .
"The next day she drove with me. 'On your most b-e-e-autiful Fifth Avenue,' she said. She broke an engagement with Van Tuyl to go with me, and my transport frenzied me. Romance . . . romance was touching me . . . with blood-red fingertips . . .
"Then, one day, here in this same study, she came in
and took tea with me, and I told her that I loved her and
she told me that she loved me. I held her in my
rms . . . and eternity passed over my head and was no
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"Meestaire Tom... dont . . . don' ... ah, it is because I love you so I say this. It ees you who 'ave taught me vhat love is . . . and it act not this . . . don' . . . don' . . . Ood, He 'ave sent you to make good an' pure the world . . . an' me . . . an' me. . _!'
and another . . . and another. . . and then she raised her head and drew away from me, and her beautiful, tender eyes were wet with tears, and she shook them off with the little swift61
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