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"But you," said Sir Richmond. I at any rate am not like that.
I cannot bear the thought that YOU--"
"You need not bear it, my dear. I was just trying to imagine
this world that is to be. Women I think are different from
men in their jealousy. Men are jealous of the other man;
women are jealous for their man--and careless about the other
woman. What I love in you I am sure about. My mind was empty
when it came to you and now it is full to overflowing. I
shall feel you moving about in the same world with me. I'm
not likely to think of anyone else for a very long
time. . . . Later on, who knows? I may marry. I make no vows.
But I think until I know certainly that you do not want me
any more it will be impossible for me to marry or to have a
lover. I don't know, but that is how I believe it will be
with me. And my mind feels beautifully clear now and settled.
I've got your idea and made it my own, your idea that we
matter scarcely at all, but that the work we do matters
supremely. I'll find my rope and tug it, never fear. Half way
round the world perhaps some day you will feel me tugging."
"I shall feel you're there," he said, "whether you tug or
not. . . ."
"Three miles left to Exeter," he reported presently.
She glanced back at Belinda.
"It is good that we have loved, my dear," she whispered. "Say
it is good."
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