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A Night-Piece

           Ishookhimbythehand,butbythistimehewashaw-haw-hawingsoabominablythatadisgustofhimswelledupwithinme,andwithitapassionatedesiretojeeroncemoreatMaryA

           “Itislittleshewillcareforyounow,”Isaidtothefellow;“Iknowthesortofwoman;herintellectuals(whichareallshehastodistinguishherfromthebrutes)aresoimperfectlydevelopedthatshewillbeacrazythingaboutthatboyforthenextthreeyears.Shehasnolongeroccasionforyou,mydearsir;youarelikeapicturepaintedout.”

           ButIquestionwhetherheheardme.Ireturnedtomyhome.Home!Asifonealonecanbuildanest.HowoftenasIhaveascendedthestairsthatleadtomylonely,sumptuousrooms,haveIpausedtolistentothehilarityoftheservantsbelow.ThatmorningIcouldnotrest:Iwanderedfromchambertochamber,followedbymygreatdog,andallwerealikeemptyanddesolate.IhadnearlyfinishedacigarwhenIthoughtIheardapebblestrikethewindow,andlookingoutIsawDavid’sfatherstandingbeneath.IhadtoldhimthatIlivedinthisstreet,andIsupposemylightshadguidedhimtomywindow.

           “Icouldnotliedown,”hecalleduphoarsely,“untilIheardyournews.Isitallright?”

           ForamomentIfailedtounderstandhim.ThenIsaidsourly:“Yes,allisright.”

           “Bothdoingwell?”heinquired.

           “Both,”Ianswered,andallthetimeIwastryingtoshutthewindow.Itwasundoubtedlyakindlyimpulsethathadbroughthimout,butIwasneverthelessinapassionwithhim.

           “Boyorgirl?”persistedthedoddererwithungentlemanlikecuriosity

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