Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

XXVIII

           Butthat,Annawassure,wouldnotbenecessary.ItwasclearthatSophyVinerwasleavingGivrewithnothoughtofeverseeingitagain...

           Suddenly,asshetriedtoputsomeorderinherthoughts,sheheardOwen’scallatthedoor:“Mother!——”anameheseldomgaveher.Therewasanewnoteinhisvoice:thenoteofajoyousimpatience.Itmadeherturnhastilytotheglasstoseewhatfaceshewasabouttoshowhim;butbeforeshehadhadtimetocomposeithewasintheroomandshewascaughtinaschool-boyhug.

           “It’sallright!It’sallright!Andit’sallyourdoing!Iwanttodotheworstkindofpenance—bellandcandleandtherest.I’vebeenthroughitwithher,andnowshehandsmeontoyou,andyou’retocallmeanynamesyouplease.”Hefreedherwithhishappylaugh.“I’mtobestoodinthecornertillnextweek,andthenI’mtogouptoseeher.AndshesaysIoweitalltoyou!”

           “Tome?”Itwasthefirstphraseshefoundtoclutchatasshetriedtosteadyherselfintheeddiesofhisjoy.

           “Yes:youweresopatient,andsodeartoher;andyousawatoncewhatadamnedassI’dbeen!”Shetriedasmile,anditseemedtopassmusterwithhim,forhesentitbackinabroadbeam.“That’snotsodifficulttosee?No,Iadmititdoesn’ttakeamicroscope.Butyouweresowiseandwonderful—youalwaysare.

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