The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton
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"Not often ... sometimes ...." "If you do, for God's sake tell her I'm happy ... happy as a king ... tell her you could see for yourself that I was ...." His voice broke in a little gasp. "I ... I'll be damned if ... if she shall ever be unhappy about me ... if I can help it ...." The cigarette dropped from his fingers, and with a sob he covered his face. "Oh, poor Nelson--poor Nelson, " Susy breathed. While their cab rattled across the Place du Carrousel, and over the bridge, he continued to sit beside her with hidden face. At last he pulled out a scented handkerchief, rubbed his eyes with it, and groped for another cigarette. "I'm all right! Tell her that, will you, Susy? There are some of our old times I don't suppose I shall ever forget; but they make me feel kindly to her, and not angry. I didn't know it would be so, beforehand--but it is .... And now the thing's settled I'm as right as a trivet, and you can tell her so .... Look here, Susy ..." he caught her by the arm as the taxi drew up at her hotel .... "Tell her I understand, will you? I'd rather like her to know that .... " "I'll tell her, Nelson," she promised; and climbed the stairs alone to her dreary room. Susy's one fear was that Strefford, when he returned the next day, should treat their talk of the previous evening as a fit of |
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