Did you take letters?or other things?
Other things? He appeared now to be thinking of something far off and that reached him only through the pressure of his anxiety. Yet it did reach him. Did I steal?
I felt myself redden to the roots of my hair as well as wonder if it were more strange to put to a gentleman such a question or to see him take it with allowances that gave the very distance of his fall in the world. Was it for that you mightnt go back?
The only thing he felt was rather a dreary little surprise. Did you know I mightnt go back?
I know everything.
He gave me at this the longest and strangest look. Everything?
Everything. Therefore did you? But I couldnt say it again.
Miles could, very simply. No. I didnt steal.
My face must have shown him I believed him utterly; yet my handsbut it was for pure tendernessshook him as if to ask him why, if it was all for nothing, he had condemned me to months of torment. What then did you do?
He looked in vague pain all round the top of the room and drew his breath, two or three times over, as if with difficulty. He might have been standing at the bottom of the sea and raising his eyes to some faint green twilight. WellI said things.
They thought it was enough!
To turn you out for?
Never, truly, had a person turned out shown so little to explain it as this little person! He appeared to weigh my question, but in a manner quite detached and almost helpless. Well, I suppose I oughtnt.
But to whom did you say them?
He evidently tried to remember, but it droppedhe had lost it. I dont know!
He almost smiled at me in the desolation of his surrender, which was indeed practically, by this time, so complete that I ought to have left it there. But I was infatuatedI was blind with victory, though even then the very effect that was to have brought him so much nearer was already that of added separation. Was it to everyone? I asked.
No; it was only to But he gave a sick little headshake. I dont remember their names.
Were they then so many?
Noonly a few. Those I liked.
Those he liked? I seemed to float not into clearness, but into a darker obscure, and within a minute there had come to me out of my very pity the appalling alarm of his being perhaps innocent. It was for the instant confounding and bottomless, for if he were innocent, what then on earth was I? Paralyzed, while it lasted, by the mere brush of the question, I let him go a little, so that, with a deep-drawn sigh, he turned away from me again; which, as he faced toward the clear window, I suffered, feeling that I had nothing now there to keep him from. And did they repeat what you said? I went on after a moment.
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