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Chapter 24

           Itistrue,andIseenounkindnessinit.You’vedonenothingforyourselfandyou’renotexpectedtodoanything—except,"andhelaughed—"exceptjustnowtogettobed,anddreamoftheenchantingSibyl!"

           "IconfessIamtired,"—Isaid,andanunconscioussighescapedme—"Andyou?"

           Hisgazerestedbroodinglyontheouterlandscape.

           "Ialsoamtired,"herespondedslowly—"ButInevergetawayfrommyfatigue,forIamtiredofmyself.AndIalwaysrestbadly.Good-night!"

           "Good-night!"Ianswered—andthenpaused,lookingathim.Hereturnedmylookwithinterest.

           "Well?"heaskedexpressively.

           Iforcedasmile.

           "Well!"Iechoed—"IdonotknowwhatIshouldsay—except—thatIwishIknewyouasyouare.Ifeelthatyouwererightintellingmeoncethatyouarenotwhatyouseem."

           Hestillkepthiseyesfixeduponme.

           "Asyouhaveexpressedthewish,"—hesaidslowly—"IpromiseyouyoushallknowmeasIamsome-day!Itmaybewellforyoutoknow—forthesakeofotherswhomayseektocultivatemycompany."

           Imovedawaytoleavetheroom.

           "Thanksforallthetroubleyouhavetakento-day,"—Isaidinalightertone—"ThoughIshallneverbeabletoexpressmyfullgratitudeinwords."

           "Ifyouwantedtothankanybody,thankGodthatyouhavelivedthroughit!"hereplied.

           "Why?"Iasked,astonished

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