Beebe housing me--came over
this morning and heard I was going! Here I am so comfortable with
a fire."
"Yes, but you won't go back to London. It's absurd."
"I must be with George; I must make him care to live, and down
here he can't. He says the thought of seeing you and of hearing
about you--I am not justifying him: I am only saying what has
happened."
"Oh, Mr. Emerson"--she took hold of his hand-- "you mustn't. I've
been bother enough to the world by now. I can't have you moving
out of your house when you like it, and perhaps losing money
through it--all on my account. You must stop! I am just going to
Greece."
"All the way to Greece?"
Her manner altered.
"To Greece?"
"So you must stop. You won't talk about this business, I know. I
can trust you both."
"Certainly you can. We either have you in our lives, or leave you
to the life that you have chosen."
"I shouldn't want--"
"I suppose Mr. Vyse is very angry with George? No, it was wrong
of George to try. We have pushed our beliefs too far.
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