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the open oven. "Lent bells! I wonder who is praying?..." "Yes, six weeks, dear. Six weeks of perfect sincerity and mutual trust,--it is not a little thing." She accepted my remark without turning her face from the fire near which we were sitting. "Six weeks," she said again. "Do you remember the man who was playing near me in Monte Carlo the day we met?" "There were too many of them. Which one do you mean?" "The tall man, Mr. Osborne--never mind trying, it does not matter, I just happened to think of him." "Anything identical with our six weeks of life?" I asked, and immediately regretted my bad temper--I am getting impossible. "Very much," she said sadly. "Very much; only under other circumstances, other climates, other people. Not so inconsiderate." When I looked at her my heart filled with pity. Who _is_ this woman? I don't know her. Perhaps she has something in her heart--the very existence of which I had oftentimes doubted. Perhaps, in her life of adventures, she has had more hardships, more of tragedy than I,--with all of my selfish sufferings of a man who used to be rich and prominent, and is now humble and poor? Perhaps she has more of self-control not to show it,--nevertheless the amount of her bitterness of life must be the same, if not deeper, than mine? We have been here for six weeks.... I have no place to go. So I am here. But she? I am sure she could be somewhere else, in better surroundings, amongst people better than I am. And during these six weeks--we were not friends. We were only plotters, joined under one roof, and secretly hostile to each other--"I am ashamed," I said to her, "honestly I am. You must think that I have never cared to know what is in your mind. We have always been distant and mysterious, always absorbed in our own affairs. Why should I trouble you with my questions? Especially, if I knew beforehand that you wouldn't answer. Yes, we have been together six weeks--more than that--we live under the same roof, eat the same food, have our life as close as two human beings can,--and yet--here we are,--apart from each other. You are a woman, it's up to you to break this distance and build a bridge over it." "Well," she said, putting her small hand on mine, "you approach the question evidently from another angle. I am not speaking of our business, which may, and which may not, be the same. Why am I so sad and so blue? It is that I feel I am all alone here. I can tell
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