We're--in Hades if you like. Where there's nothing to
hide and nothing to tell. No bodies even. No bothers. We loved each
other--down there--and were kept apart, but now it doesn't matter. It's
over.... If you won't agree to that--I will go home."
"I wanted," I began.
"I know. Oh! my dear, if you'd only understand I understand. If you'd
only not care--and love me to-night."
"I do love you," I said.
"Then LOVE me," she answered, "and leave all the things that bother you.
Love me! Here I am!"
"But!--"
"No!" she said.
"Well, have your way."
So she carried her point, and we wandered into the night together and
Beatrice talked to me of love....
I'd never heard a woman before in all my life who could talk of love,
who could lay bare and develop and touch with imagination all that mass
of fine emotion every woman, it may be, hides. She had read of love,
she had thought of love, a thousand sweet lyrics had sounded through her
brain and left fine fragments in her memory; she poured it out, all
of it, shamelessly, skilfully, for me.
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