I do
know something of you and of myself. I do know that even now there is
a link between us. You want to deny it. You wouldn't acknowledge it.
But it is there. We are not quite apart from each other. We can't be
that. for there is something--there has always been something, since
that night we met in Paris, at Madame Enthoven's"--he paused again, so
vividly flashed the scene of that dinner in Paris upon his memory--
"something to draw us together, something to hold us together,
something strong. Don't deny it even now. Don't deny it. Can't I be of
some help, even now? Don't say I am utterly useless because I have
been so useless to you, so damnably useless in the past. I see all
that, my wretched uselessness to you through all these years. I am
seeing it now while I am speaking. All the time I'm seeing it. What
you have deserved and what you have had!"
He stopped, then he said again:
"What you have deserved and what you have had from me! And from--it
was so--it was the same long ago, not here.
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