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           ”

           Butifheconfessed?Ifhecommunicated?Wouldtheylethimoffthen,historturers?

           “I—I—”hestammered.

           Butwhatwashiscrime?Hecouldnotrememberit.

           “Yes?”SirWilliamencouragedhim.(Butitwasgrowinglate.)

           Love,trees,thereisnocrime—whatwashismessage?

           Hecouldnotrememberit.

           “I—I—”Septimusstammered.

           “Trytothinkaslittleaboutyourselfaspossible,”saidSirWilliamkindly.Really,hewasnotfittobeabout.

           Wasthereanythingelsetheywishedtoaskhim?SirWilliamwouldmakeallarrangements(hemurmuredtoRezia)andhewouldletherknowbetweenfiveandsixthateveninghemurmured.

           “Trusteverythingtome,”hesaid,anddismissedthem.

           Never,neverhadReziafeltsuchagonyinherlife!Shehadaskedforhelpandbeendeserted!Hehadfailedthem!SirWilliamBradshawwasnotaniceman.

           Theupkeepofthatmotorcaralonemustcosthimquitealot,saidSeptimus,whentheygotoutintothestreet.

           Sheclungtohisarm.Theyhadbeendeserted.

           Butwhatmoredidshewant?

           Tohispatientshegavethree-quartersofanhour;andifinthisexactingsciencewhichhastodowithwhat,afterall,weknownothingabout—thenervoussystem,thehumanbrain—adoctorloseshissenseofproportion,asadoctorhefails.