10/31 I wanted to kiss them, but I was ashamed. I never wanted to be anything else. They will not believe that at home because they had warned me, and I was such a fool--and perhaps you won't believe me--but I _didn't_ know what I was doing; I didn't want to be what I became--This is really true, Mr.Berkley. Sometime may I see you again? And there it had rested; and there, stretched on his sofa, he rested, the sneer still edging his lips, not for her but for himself. |