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"You don't understand, Marchese. One can live in a little room with
the door shut as one can never live--"
Abruptly she stopped. A flush ran over her face and down to her neck.
Hermione turned away her eyes. But they had read Vere's secret. She
knew what her child was doing in those hours of seclusion. And she
remembered her own passionate attempts to stave off despair by work.
She remembered her own failure.
"Poor little Vere!" That was her first thought. "But what is Emile
doing?" That was the second. He had discouraged her. He had told her
the truth. What was he telling Vere? A flood of bitter curiosity
seemed to rise in her, drowning many things.
"What I like is life, Signorina," said the Marchesino. "Driving,
riding, swimming, sport, fencing, being with beautiful ladies--that is
life."
"Yes, of course, that is life," she said.
What was the good of trying to explain to him the inner life? He had
no imagination.
Her youth made her very drastic, very sweeping, in her secret mental
assertions.


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