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Chapter 19

           Hewouldalwaysbeworryingabouthisownbooks—willtheyberead,aretheygood,whyaren’ttheybetter,whatdopeoplethinkofme?Notlikingtothinkofhimso,andwonderingiftheyhadguessedatdinnerwhyhesuddenlybecameirritablewhentheytalkedaboutfameandbookslasting,wonderingifthechildrenwerelaughingatthat,shetwitchedthestockingsout,andallthefinegravingscamedrawnwithsteelinstrumentsaboutherlipsandforehead,andshegrewstilllikeatreewhichhasbeentossingandquiveringandnow,whenthebreezefalls,settles,leafbyleaf,intoquiet.

           Itdidn’tmatter,anyofit,shethought.Agreatman,agreatbook,fame—whocouldtell?Sheknewnothingaboutit.Butitwashiswaywithhim,histruthfulness—forinstanceatdinnershehadbeenthinkingquiteinstinctively,Ifonlyhewouldspeak!Shehadcompletetrustinhim.Anddismissingallthis,asonepassesindivingnowaweed,nowastraw,nowabubble,shefeltagain,sinkingdeeper,asshehadfeltinthehallwhentheothersweretalking,ThereissomethingIwant—somethingIhavecometoget,andshefelldeeperanddeeperwithoutknowingquitewhatitwas,withhereyesclosed.

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