"Don't--you don't understand."
But he understood and he resented the fact that she should have put
aside the long undulating rope of pearls, the rings of rubies and
emeralds that seemed as natural to her dark beauty as the roses to the
spring. He had tried to understand her woman's nature, to believe that
no memory yet lingered about them, to accept without question what had
never belonged longed to their life together, and remembering what he
had fought down he thought bitterly:
"She has changed me more than I have changed her. It is always so."
She moved a little, her pose, with instinctive dramatic sense, changing
with her changing mood.
"Do not think I don't understand you," she said quietly.
"What do you understand?"
"It hurts you because I wish to return."
"That is not so, Madeleine," he said abruptly. "You know what big things
I want you to do."
"I know--only you would like me to say the contrary--to protest that I
would give it all up--be content to be with you alone."
"No, not that," he said grudgingly, "and yet, this last night--here--I
should like to hear you say the contrary.
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