The Beast in the Jungle by Henry James
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speech. The vanity of women had long memories, but she was making no
claim on him of a compliment or a mistake. With another woman, a totally different one, he might have feared the recall possibly even some imbecile "offer." So, in having to say that he had indeed forgotten, he was conscious rather of a loss than of a gain; he already saw an interest in the matter of her mention. "I try to think--but I give it up. Yet I remember the Sorrento day." "I'm not very sure you do," May Bartram after a moment said; "and I'm not very sure I ought to want you to. It's dreadful to bring a person back at any time to what he was ten years before. If you've lived away from it," she smiled, "so much the better." "Ah if _you_ haven't why should I?" he asked. "Lived away, you mean, from what I myself was?" "From what _I_ was. I was of course an ass," Marcher went on; "but I would rather know from you just the sort of ass I was than--from the moment you have something in your mind--not know anything." Still, however, she hesitated. "But if you've completely ceased to be that sort--?" "Why I can then all the more bear to know. Besides, perhaps I haven't." "Perhaps. Yet if you haven't," she added, "I should suppose you'd remember. Not indeed that _I_ in the least connect with my impression the invidious name you use. If I had only thought you foolish," she explained, "the thing I speak of wouldn't so have remained with me. It |
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