Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

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           “IfI’dknownthatyourfuturewasalreadysettledIshouldhavesparedyoumygratuitoussuggestions.”

           Shewalkedon,moreslowly,forayardortwo.“Icouldn’tspeakyesterday.Imeanttohavetoldyoutoday.”

           “Oh,I’mnotreproachingyouforyourlackofconfidence.Only,ifyouhadtoldme,Ishouldhavebeenmoresureofyourreallymeaningwhatyousaidtomeyesterday.”

           Shedidnotaskhimtowhathereferred,andhesawthatherpartingwordstohimlivedasvividlyinhermemoryasinhis.

           “Isitsoimportantthatyoushouldbesure?”shefinallyquestioned.

           “Nottoyou,naturally,”hereturnedwithinvoluntaryasperity.Itwasincredible,yetitwasafact,thatforthemomenthisimmediatepurposeinseekingtospeaktoherwaslostunderarushofresentmentatcountingforsolittleinherfate.Ofwhatstuff,then,washisfeelingforhermade?Afewhoursearliershehadtouchedhisthoughtsaslittleashissenses;butnowhefeltoldsleepinginstinctsstirinhim...Arushofraindashedagainsthisface,and,catchingSophy’shat,straineditbackfromherloosenedhair.Sheputherhandstoherheadwithafamiliargesture....Hecamecloserandheldhisumbrellaoverher...

           Atthelodgehewaitedwhileshewentin.Theraincontinuedtostreamdownonhimandheshiveredinthedampnessandstampedhisfeetontheflags.Itseemedtohimthatalongtimeelapsedbeforethedooropenedandshereappeared.HeglancedintothehouseforaglimpseofAnna,butobtainednone;yetthemeresenseofhernearnesshadcompletelyalteredhismood.

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