Риф, або Там, де розбивається щастя

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           Theknockingcontinued,andthedisciplineofhabitatlengthmadeherliftherhead,composeherfaceandholdoutherhandtothenotethewomanbroughther.ItwasawordfromDarrow—“MayIseeyou?”—andshesaidatonce,inavoicethatsoundedthinandempty:“AskMr.Darrowtocomeup.”

           Themaidenquiredifshewishedtohaveherhairsmoothedfirst,andsheansweredthatitdidn’tmatter;butwhenthedoorhadclosed,theinstinctofpridedrewhertoherfeetandshelookedatherselfintheglassabovethemantelpieceandpassedherhandsoverherhair.Hereyeswereburningandherfacelookedtiredandthinner;otherwiseshecouldseenochangeinherappearance,andshewonderedthatatsuchamomentherbodyshouldseemasunrelatedtotheselfthatwrithedwithinherasifithadbeenastatueorapicture.

           ThemaidreopenedthedoortoshowinDarrow,andhepausedamomentonthethreshold,asifwaitingforAnnatospeak.Hewasextremelypale,buthelookedneitherashamednoruncertain,andshesaidtoherself,withaperversethrillofappreciation:“He’sasproudasIam.”

           Aloudsheasked:“Youwantedtoseeme?”

           “Naturally,”herepliedinagravevoice.

           “Don’t!It’suseless.Iknoweverything.Nothingyoucansaywillhelp.”

           Atthedirectaffirmationheturnedevenpaler,andhiseyes,whichhekeptresolutelyfixedonher,confessedhismisery.

           “Youallowmenovoiceindecidingthat?”

           “Decidingwhat?”

           “Thatthere’snothingmoretobesaid?”Hewaitedforhertoanswer,andthenwenton:“Idon’tevenknowwhatyoumeanby‘everything’.

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