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〃And you couldn't； Christopher？〃
〃I couldn't marry； dear； I couldn't。〃
〃There was no one； you meanno woman whom you could have loved and who would have given you children。 Surely there are still good and gentle women left in the world。〃
〃There was none for me。〃
She sighed hopelessly。
〃You have nevernever had a low fancy； Christopher？〃
〃Never； mother。〃
〃Thank God； it is one thing I could not forgive。 A gentleman may have his follies； your father used to say； but he must never stoop for them。 Let him keep to his own level； even in his indiscretions。 Ah； your father had his faults； my son； but he never forgot for one instant in his life that he was born a gentleman。 He was a good husband； too； a good husband； and I was married to him for nearly forty years。 The greatest trial of my marriage was that he would throw his cigar ashes on the floor。 Women think so much of little things； you know； and I've always felt that I should have been a happier woman if he had learned to use an ash…tray。 But he never wouldhe never would； though I gave him one every Christmas for almost forty years。〃
Falling silent； her hands played fitfully upon the counterpane； and when next she spoke the present had slipped from her and her thoughts had gone back to her early triumphs。
She wandered aimlessly and waveringly on in a feeble vacancy； and Christopher； after watching her for an agonised moment； left the room and went out into the fresh air of the yard。 He could always escape by flight from the slow death…bed； it was Cynthia who faced hourly the final tragedy of a long and happy life。
The thought of Will had oppressed him like a nightmare for the last two weeks； and it was almost unconsciously that he tuned now in the direction of the store and passed presently into the shaded lane leading to Sol Peterkin's。 His mood was heavy upon him； and so deep was the abstraction in which he walked that it was only when he heard his name called softly from a little distance that he looked up to find Maria Fletcher approaching him over the pale gray shadows in the road。 Her eyes were luminous； and she stretched her hand toward him in a happy gesture。
〃Oh； if you only knew how wonderful I think you！〃 she cried impulsively。
He held her hand an instant； and then letting it fall； withdrew his gaze slowly from her exalted look。 The pure heights of her fervour were beyond the reach of his more earthly level； and as he turned from her some old words of her own were respoken in his ears： 〃Faith and doubt are mere empty forms until we pour out the heart's blood that vivifies them。〃 It was her heart's blood that she had put into her dreams； and it was this； he told himself； that gave her mystic visions their illusive appearance of reality。 Beauty enveloped her as an atmosphere； it softened her sternest sacrifice； it coloured her barest outlook； it transformed daily the common road in which she walked； and hourly it sustained and nourished her； as it nourished poor； crippled Tucker on his old pine bench。 The eye of the spirit was theirsthis Christopher had learned at last； and he had learned； also； that for him there still remained only the weak； blurred vision of the flesh。
〃You make me feel the veriest hypocrite；〃 he said at the end of the long pause。
She shook her head。 〃And that you are surely not。〃
〃So you still believe in me？〃
〃It's not beliefI KNOW in you。〃
〃Well； don't praise me； don't admire me； don't pretend； for God's sake； that I'm anything better than the brute you see。〃
〃I don't pretend anything better；〃 she protested； 〃and when you talk like this it only makes me feel the more keenly your wonderful courage。〃
〃I haven't any；〃 he burst out almost angrily。 〃Not an atom； do you hear？ Whatever I may appear on top； at bottom I am a great skulking coward； and nothing more。 Why； I couldn't even stay and take my punishment the other day。 I sneaked off like a hound。〃
〃Your punishment？〃 she faltered； and he saw her lashes tremble。
〃For the other dayfor the afternoon by the poplar spring。 I've been wanting to beg your pardon on my knees。〃
Her lashes were raised steadily； and she regarded him gravely while a slight frown gathered her dark brows。 She was still humanly feminine enough to find the apology harder to forgive than the offense。
〃Oh； I had forgotten；〃 she said a little coldly。 〃So that was； after all； why you ran away？〃
〃It was not the only reason。〃
〃And the other？〃
He closed his eyes suddenly and drew back。
〃I ran away because I knew if I stayed I should do it again within two seconds；〃 he replied。
A little blue flower was growing in the red clay wheel…rut at her feet； and； stooping； she caressed it gently without plucking it。
〃It was very foolish；〃 she said in a quiet voice； 〃but I had forgotten it； and you should have let it rest。 Afterward； you did such a brave； splendid thing。〃
〃I did nothing but run from you；〃 he persisted； losing his head。 〃If I hadn't gone to Uncle Isam I'd have done something equally reckless in a different way。 I wanted to get away from youto escape you； but I couldn'tI couldn't。 You were with me always； night and day； in those God…forsaken woods。 I never lost you for one instant； never。 I tried to； but I couldn't。〃
〃You couldn't；〃 she repeated； and； rising； faced him calmly。 Then before the look in his eyes her own wavered and fell slowly to the ground； and he saw her quiver and grow white as if a rough wind blew over her。 With an effort he steadied himself and turned away。
〃There is but one thing to do；〃 he said； holding his breath in the pause； 〃it's a long story； but if you will listen patientlyand it is very longI will tell you all。〃 Following him； she crossed the carpet of pine needles and sat down upon the end of a fallen log。
〃Tell me nothing that you do not care to；〃 she answered； and sat waiting。
〃It began long ago； when we were both little children；〃 he went on； and then going back from her into the lane he stood staring down upon the little blue flower blooming in the wheel…rut。 She saw his shadow； stretching across the road； blurred into the pale dusk of the wood； uncertain； somber； gigantic in its outline。 His hat was lying on the ground at her feet； and； lifting it； she ran her fingers idly along the brim。
For a time the silence lasted； then coming back to her； he sat down on the log and dropped his clasped hands between his knees。 She heard his heavy breathing； and something in the sound drew her toward him with a sympathetic movement。
〃Ah； don't tell me； don't tell me；〃 she entreated。
〃You must listen patiently；〃 he returned； without looking at her； 〃and not interruptabove all； not interrupt。〃
She bent her head。 〃I will not speak a word nor move a finger until the end；〃 she promised； and leaning a little forward； with his eyes on the ground and his hands hanging listlessly between his knees； he began his story。
The air was so still that his voice sounded strangely harsh in the silence； but presently she heard the soughing of the pine trees far up above； and while it lasted it deadened the jarring discord of the human tones。 She sat quite motionless upon the log； not lifting a finger nor speaking a word； as s