"
"Are we? Are you very sure? Are you perfectly sure, Danny, that we
are so very far apart?"
Something warm and sweet, so tempestuously sweet that it terrified,
for a moment surged, and, half-blinded, I looked up at him. "Do you
mean--?" My fingers interlocked with his.
"That I would like to live in Scarborough Square?" He smiled
unsteadily and shook his head. "No, I wouldn't know how to live
there. I wouldn't fit in. I am just myself. You are a dozen selves
in one. But I am beginning to see dimly what you see clearly.
Concerning my selfishness there is certainly nothing hazy. The walls
around my house have been pretty high, and perhaps they should come
down. You have much to teach me. I have a habit of questioning--"
"So have I. All thinking people question. But in spite of my
questioning, perhaps because of it, I know now that my life--must
count. It isn't mine to use just for myself, or in the easiest way.
If there's anything to it, I've got to share it. Down in Scarborough
Square I've been seeing myself in the old life, and when I go back to
it I cannot--keep silent concerning what I have learned.
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