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XXVI. Scene on the Verge of the Hay-Mead

           

           "Oh,fiefie!AmIanyworseforbreakingthethirdofthatTerribleTenthanyouforbreakingtheninth?"

           "Well,itdoesn’tseemquitetruetomethatIamfascinating,"sherepliedevasively.

           "Notsotoyou:thenIsaywithallrespectthat,ifso,itisowingtoyourmodesty,MissEverdene.Butsurelyyoumusthavebeentoldbyeverybodyofwhateverybodynotices?Andyoushouldtaketheirwordsforit."

           "Theydon’tsaysoexactly."

           "Ohyes,theymust!"

           "Well,Imeantomyface,asyoudo,"shewenton,allowingherselftobefurtherluredintoaconversationthatintentionhadrigorouslyforbidden.

           "Butyouknowtheythinkso?"

           "NothatisIcertainlyhaveheardLiddysaytheydo,but"Shepaused.

           Capitulationthatwasthepurportofthesimplereply,guardedasitwascapitulation,unknowntoherself.Neverdidafragiletaillesssentenceconveyamoreperfectmeaning.Thecarelesssergeantsmiledwithinhimself,andprobablytoothedevilsmiledfromaloop-holeinTophet,forthemomentwastheturning-pointofacareer.Hertoneandmiensignifiedbeyondmistakethattheseedwhichwastoliftthefoundationhadtakenrootinthechink:theremainderwasamerequestionoftimeandnaturalchanges.

           "Therethetruthcomesout!"saidthesoldier,inreply."Nevertellmethatayoungladycanliveinabuzzofadmirationwithoutknowingsomethingaboutit.Ah,well,MissEverdene,youarepardonmybluntwayyouareratheraninjurytoourracethanotherwise."

           "Howindeed?"shesaid,openinghereyes.

           "Oh,itistrueenough.

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