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am innocent, but I mustn't do it again.
As soon as I entered the room Judith embraced me, and said a
number of foolish things. I responded to the best of my ability.
It is not usual for our quiet lake of affection to be visited by
such tornadoes.
"Oh, I am glad, I am glad to be back with you again. I have
longed for you. I couldn't write it. I did not know I could
long for any one so much."
"I have missed you immensely, my dear Judith," said I.
She looked at me queerly for a moment; then with a radiant smile:
"I love you for not going into transports like a Frenchman. Oh,
I am tired of Frenchmen. You are my good English Marcus, and
worth all masculine Paris put together."
"I thank you, my dear, for the compliment," said I, "but surely
you must exaggerate."
"To me you are worth the masculine universe," said Judith, and
she seated me by her side on the sofa, held my hands, and said
more foolish things.
When the tempest had abated, I laughed.
"It is you that have acquired the art of transports in Paris,"
said I.


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