Not your heart! I shall never pretend--I shall never think again for a
moment that I know anything--anything at all--about a man's heart. But
I do know something about your mind. And I know the irony in it. What
a subject I have presented to you all these years for the exercise of
your ironic faculty! You ought to thank me! You ought to go on your
knees and thank me and bless me for that!"
"Hermione!"
"Just now you talked of my coming into your room in Kairouan all
covered with dust. You asked me if I remembered it. Yes, I do. And I
remember something you don't--probably you don't--remember. There was
no looking-glass in your room."
She stopped.
"No looking-glass!" he repeated, wondering.
"No, there was no looking-glass. And I remember when I came in I saw
there wasn't, and I was glad. Because I couldn't look at myself and
see how dreadful and dishevelled and hideous I was--how dirty even I
was. My impulse was to go to a glass. And then I was glad I couldn't.
And I looked at your face.
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