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Chapter 14
“Oh,I’mhappyenoughanywhere!”
“Well,then,”Iquavered,“ifyou’rejustashappyhere—!”
“Ah,butthatisn’teverything!Ofcourseyouknowalot—”
“Butyouhintthatyouknowalmostasmuch?”Iriskedashepaused.
“NothalfIwantto!”Mileshonestlyprofessed.“Butitisn’tsomuchthat.”
“Whatisit,then?”
“Well—Iwanttoseemorelife.”
“Isee;Isee.”Wehadarrivedwithinsightofthechurchandofvariouspersons,includingseveralofthehouseholdofBly,ontheirwaytoitandclusteredaboutthedoortoseeusgoin.Iquickenedourstep;Iwantedtogettherebeforethequestionbetweenusopenedupmuchfurther;Ireflectedhungrilythat,formorethananhour,hewouldhavetobesilent;andIthoughtwithenvyofthecomparativeduskofthepewandofthealmostspiritualhelpofthehassockonwhichImightbendmyknees.Iseemedliterallytoberunningaracewithsomeconfusiontowhichhewasabouttoreduceme,butIfeltthathehadgotinfirstwhen,beforewehadevenenteredthechurchyard,hethrewout—
“Iwantmyownsort!”
Itliterallymademeboundforward.“Therearenotmanyofyourownsort,Miles!”Ilaughed.“UnlessperhapsdearlittleFlora!”
“Youreallycomparemetoababygirl?”
Thisfoundmesingularlyweak.
