So it befell that after I was come
into the fore-part of the ship where the broad bows splashed into
the billows, I was in no such hurry to return as you might fancy;
rather prolonged my absence like a variety in pleasure. I do not
think I am by nature much of an Epicurean: and there had come till
then so small a share of pleasure in my way that I might be excused
perhaps to dwell on it unduly.
When I returned to her again, I had a faint, painful impression as
of a buckle slipped, so coldly she returned the packet.
"You have read them?" said I; and I thought my voice sounded not
wholly natural, for I was turning in my mind for what could ail
her.
"Did you mean me to read all?" she asked.
I told her "Yes," with a drooping voice.
"The last of them as well?" said she.
I knew where we were now; yet I would not lie to her either. "I
gave them all without afterthought," I said, "as I supposed that
you would read them. I see no harm in any."
"I will be differently made," said she. "I thank God I am
differently made. It was not a fit letter to be shown me.
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