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And did you dream that somebody called you and held you and wouldn't let you go?" "I never told you!" I cried. "No need, Sophy. It was to me you came back." Of a sudden his head drooped. "And now I can't marry you!" "Why can't you?" "Because I'm a beggar." Nicholas Jelnik a beggar couldn't find lodgment in my brain. I could only stare at him incredulously.
Understand, I have no personal bias, no animosity against this young man; but he is, I am told, more or less of an artist, and one might as well leave an estate to an anarchist at once. I have expressed this opinion to the town at large, and I seldom express my opinion publicly," finished the old jurist stiffly. I heard that opinion with mingled emotions. "But we like Mr. Jelnik," I said at last.
Jelnik placed the candles in the empty sconces. We two stood looking down, he with pity, I with a mounting, sick horror, at the thing before us the poor, huddled thing that had lain there so long. For it was not, as one might suppose at first glance, a frayed and threadbare mantle flung across one corner of the table. By the long black hair it was a woman, and a young woman.
"The mistress," said Achmet, "should have been of the Faith. May Allah enlighten her!" "Sit down here beside me for a few minutes, Sophy, and rest," said Mr. Jelnik, seating himself. "And do not look so pale, my little comrade." "I thought that you might be ill," I faltered. "I thought that you needed me." "I am not ill, but I do need you," he said quickly, and took my hand in a firm clasp.
"Alicia," said Mr. Jelnik, "is a darling girl. Alicia is everything a girl ought to be." But there was not in eyes or voice that light and tone that crept into Doctor Richard's when he named her. My dear girl's tender face so true and beautiful and loving rose before me, and all she had meant to me, been to me, crowded upon my heart.
Jelnik, "hadn't you better let me help you set him up?" When the fine weather had taken the kinks out of Judge Gatchell's joints, he came to see us a tall, thin, punctilious, saturnine old gentleman with frosty Scotch eyes and the complexion of a pair of washed khaki trousers.
"Half for you," said Mr. Jelnik, "and half for me, to commemorate a comradely afternoon, and to mark a decision. We'll consider it a token, a charm, a talisman what you will. And if ever I really and truly need a Woman-in-the-Woods to help me, why, I'll send my half to her; and she'll obey the summons instantly and without question.
Because you don't love me, my dear. But you do love Nicholas Jelnik. You had not come back from the gates of death else, Sophy. "Marry him. You will bring him the quiet strength and sureness he needs. A temperamental man, a finely organized, highly gifted, sensitive, and intellectual man needs just such affection as yours, as unshakable as the sun, as faithful as the fixed stars.
Jelnik now, wonderingly. If he knew that much, hadn't he any heart? He stopped short. A wrinkle came between his black brows. "I am not to speak lightly of my Cousin Richard, I perceive." "No. Please, please, no!" "I hadn't meant to. Richard," said Mr. Jelnik, gravely, "is a good man." "Oh, yes! Indeed, yes! And and he has a deep affection for you, Mr. Jelnik."
A minute later, his violin grasped in one hand, my chain in the other, Nicholas Jelnik appeared. His appearance shocked me. The mask was off; here was stark and naked misery. "Nicholas!" I said, "Nicholas!" "You should not have come!" he said roughly. "Why have you come? I did not want you to see me thus. Is it not enough for me to suffer?" And he made an impatient, imploring gesture.
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