'Never mind--it will
be all right. It's nothing desperate.'
'Yes,' she wept, 'it is, it is.'
'Why?'
'I shall never see him again--'
'Not immediately. Don't cry, you had to break with him, it had to
be--don't cry.'
He went over to her and kissed her fine, fragile hair, touching her wet
cheeks gently.
'Don't cry,' he repeated, 'don't cry any more.'
He held her head close against him, very close and quiet.
At last she was still. Then she looked up, her eyes wide and frightened.
'Don't you want me?' she asked.
'Want you?' His darkened, steady eyes puzzled her and did not give her
play.
'Do you wish I hadn't come?' she asked, anxious now again for fear she
might be out of place.
'No,' he said. 'I wish there hadn't been the violence--so much
ugliness--but perhaps it was inevitable.'
She watched him in silence. He seemed deadened.
'But where shall I stay?' she asked, feeling humiliated.
He thought for a moment.
'Here, with me,' he said. 'We're married as much today as we shall be
tomorrow.
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