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I missed him badly. But I forgot Hazel for the time; hating did not seem worth while, somehow. I MISSED HIM BADLY BUT I FORGOT HAZEL FOR THE TIME HATING DID NOT SEEM WORTH WHILE SOMEHOW
ourse, later?” “Lots of times. Not that night, because we went on to a theatre. But in the club we were always running across one another—in the houses of friends at lunch or dinner; at race meetings; all over the place; in fact, I even had some trouble to avoid being introduced to him. And every time we met our eyes betrayed us. He felt in his heart what I felt in mine. Ugh! He was as loathsome to me as leprosy, and as dangerous. Odd, isn’t it? The most intense feeling, except love, I’ve ever known. I remember”—he laughed gruffly—“I used to feel quite sorry for him. If he felt what I felt, and I’m convinced he did, he must have suffered. His one object—to get me out of the way for good—was so impossible. Then Fate played a hand in the game. I’ll tell you how. “My brother died a year or two later, and I went abroad to try and forget it. I went salmon fishing in Canada. But, though the sport was good, it was not like the old times with Jack. The camp never felt the[80] same without him. D MONTHS BEFORE IN CHINA BUT YOU SAW HIM AGAIN OF COURSE LATER LOTS OF TIMES NOT THAT NIGHT BECAUSE WE WENT ON TO A THEATRE BUT IN THE CLUB WE WERE ALWAYS RUNNING ACROSS ONE ANOTHER IN HOUSES OF FRIENDS AT LUNCH OR DINNER AT RACE MEETINGS ALL OVER THE PLACE IN FACT I EVEN HAD SOME TROUBLE TO AVOID BEING INTRODUCED TO HIM AND EVERY TIME WE MET OUR EYES BETRAYED US HE FELT IN HIS HEART WHAT I FELT IN MINE HE WAS AS LOATHSOME TO ME AS LEPROSY AND AS DANGEROUS ODD ISN'T IT THE MOST INTENSE FEELING EXCEPT LOVE I'VE EVER KNOWN I REMEMBER HE LAUGHED GRUFFLY I USED TO FEEL QUITE SORRY FOR HIM IF HE FELT WHAT I FELT AND I'M CONVINCED HE DID HE MUST HAVE SUFFERED HIS ONE OBJECT TO GET ME OUT OF THE WAY FOR GOOD WAS SO IMPOSSIBLE THEN FATE PLAYED A HAND IN THE GAME I'LL TELL YOU HOW MY BROTHER DIED A YEAR OR TWO LATER AND I WENT ABROAD TO TRY AND FORGET IT I WENT SALMON FISHING IN CANADA BUT THOUGH THE SPORT WAS GOOD IT WAS NOT LIKE THE OLD TIMES WITH JACK THE CAMP NEVER FELT THE SAME WITHOUT HIM
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