Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

VII

           “Well,then,whatisit?Notme,Ihope?”

           “No,notyou:Ilikeyou.It’sthemoney!Withmethat’salwaystherootofthematter.Icouldneveryetaffordatreatinmylife!”

           “Isthatall?”Helaughed,relievedbyhernaturalness.“Lookhere;sincewe’retalkingasmantoman—can’tyoutrustmeaboutthattoo?”

           “Trustyou?Howdoyoumean?You’dbetternottrustme!”shelaughedbacksharply.“Imightneverbeabletopayup!”

           Hisgesturebrushedasidetheallusion.“Moneymaybetherootofthematter;itcan’tbethewholeofit,betweenfriends.Don’tyouthinkonefriendmayacceptasmallservicefromanotherwithoutlookingtoofaraheadorweighingtoomanychances?Thequestionturnsentirelyonwhatyouthinkofme.Ifyoulikemewellenoughtobewillingtotakeafewdays’holidaywithme,justforthepleasureofthething,andthepleasureyou’llbegivingme,let’sshakehandsonit.Ifyoudon’tlikemewellenoughwe’llshakehandstoo;onlyIshallbesorry,”heended.

           “Oh,butIshallbesorrytoo!”Herface,assheliftedittohis,lookedsosmallandyoungthatDarrowfeltafugitivetwingeofcompunction,instantlyeffacedbytheexcitementofpursuit.

           “Well,then?”Hestoodlookingdownonher,hiseyespersuadingher.

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