Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

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           “Butifyoudon’t—ifyoukeepyourpromise——”

           “Mypromise?”

           “Tosaynothing...nothingwhatever...”Herstrainedlookthrewahaggardlightalongthepause.

           Asshespoke,thewholeodiousnessofthescenerushedoverhim.“OfcourseIshallsaynothing...youknowthat...”Heleanedtoherandlaidhishandonhers.“YouknowIwouldn’tfortheworld...”

           Shedrewbackandhidherfacewithasob.Thenshesankagainintoherseat,stretchedherarmsacrossthetableandlaidherfaceuponthem.Hesatstill,overwhelmedwithcompunction.Afteralonginterval,inwhichhehadpainfullymeasuredthesecondsbyherhard-drawnbreathing,shelookedupathimwithafacewashedclearofbitterness.

           “Don’tsupposeIdon’tknowwhatyoumusthavethoughtofme!”

           Thecrystruckhimdowntoalowerdepthofself-abasement.“Mypoorchild,”hefeltlikeanswering,“theshameofitisthatI’veneverthoughtofyouatall!”Buthecouldonlyuselesslyrepeat:“I’lldoanythingIcantohelpyou.”

           Shesatsilent,drummingthetablewithherhand.Hesawthatherdoubtofhimwasallayed,andtheperceptionmadehimmoreashamed,asifhertrusthadfirstrevealedtohimhownearhehadcometonotdeservingit.Suddenlyshebegantospeak.

           “Youthink,then,I’venorighttomarryhim?”

           “Noright?Godforbid!Ionlymeant——”

           “Thatyou’dratherIdidn’tmarryanyfriendofyours.”Shebroughtitoutdeliberately,notasaquestion,butasameredispassionatestatementoffact.

           Darrowinturnstoodupandwanderedawayhelplesslytothewindow

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