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A Painful Case

           Nosocialrevolution,hetoldher,wouldbelikelytostrikeDublinforsomecenturies.

           Sheaskedhimwhydidhenotwriteouthisthoughts.Forwhat,heaskedher,withcarefulscorn.Tocompetewithphrasemongers,incapableofthinkingconsecutivelyforsixtyseconds?Tosubmithimselftothecriticismsofanobtusemiddleclasswhichentrusteditsmoralitytopolicemenanditsfineartstoimpresarios?

           HewentoftentoherlittlecottageoutsideDublin;oftentheyspenttheireveningsalone.Littlebylittle,astheirthoughtsentangled,theyspokeofsubjectslessremote.Hercompanionshipwaslikeawarmsoilaboutanexotic.Manytimessheallowedthedarktofalluponthem,refrainingfromlightingthelamp.Thedarkdiscreetroom,theirisolation,themusicthatstillvibratedintheirearsunitedthem.Thisunionexaltedhim,woreawaytheroughedgesofhischaracter,emotionalisedhismentallife.Sometimeshecaughthimselflisteningtothesoundofhisownvoice.Hethoughtthatinhereyeshewouldascendtoanangelicalstature;and,asheattachedtheferventnatureofhiscompanionmoreandmorecloselytohim,heheardthestrangeimpersonalvoicewhichherecognisedashisown,insistingonthesoul’sincurableloneliness.Wecannotgiveourselves,itsaid:weareourown.Theendofthesediscourseswasthatonenightduringwhichshehadshowneverysignofunusualexcitement,Mrs.Sinicocaughtuphishandpassionatelyandpressedittohercheek.

           Mr.Duffywasverymuchsurprised.

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