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a man's whole devotion, she would be content to share him with the submerged, with the besmirched and befouled of the earth. And at last he was speaking. "Many's the bold boon I've begged, but never the like of this," he said, his gray eyes holding hers, "but _never_ the like of this! Would you--_could_ you--be dining with a dope fiend?" It seemed a long time to Jane before she worked her hands free of his clasp and heard her voice, "I--don't believe I understand----" "Why would you, indeed?" he cried, penitently. "Let you sit down till I'm telling you." She seated herself in her straight desk chair, and--"Dining with a dope fiend," she heard herself saying. "It sounds rather like a line from a comic song, doesn't it?" "A lad he is, just," said Daragh, earnestly. "It got hold of him after a sickness in the smooth devil's way it has. Six months, now, I'm toiling with him. Times I have him on his feet, times he's destroyed again. 'Twas a terrible pity I had to be leaving him the while I was home in Ireland. Well, I found him doing rare and fine, God love him, back at his drawing again in the scrap of a studio I found for him, but a pitiful tangle of nerves and fancies. What he needs now is a friend--his own sort--some one that speaks his own tongue. He thinks the decent world will have none of him,--a weak, pitiful thing isn't worth the saving. Fair perished with the lonesomeness, he is. 'I used to know women,' he was telling me, 'pretty women, clever ones; I miss them--the sound of their voices and the look of their white hands and their making tea, and the light, gay talk we'd be having!' Then he sat, limp, with the grit gone out of him. 'Not one of them would come near me, now,' he said. 'Holding their skirts away from me, passing by on the other side.' And then--may the devil fly away with my tongue, Jane Vail--I heard myself saying, 'There's one won't be doing that, lad! There's one, the best and fairest and cleverest of them all, the wonder-worker of the world,' I said, 'will be putting on her gayest gear and be coming here to make tea-talk with you, the way you'll think the month of June itself is happened in your studio!'" He stopped, looking down at her with anxious eyes. Jane took her own time about looking at him, and when she did it was almost as if she had never seen him before. He was still wearing his winter suit, this soft spring weather, and it wanted pressing and his boots were far from new.
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