Bride of the Mistletoe

James Lane Allen

Capitolo 16

briefer time, for a greater time;  but always and in the end, to
you touch the fund, she is to him--an Accident."

Him not takings his/her eyes from his and his/her smile it slowly widened.

"Was it those the discords?" he softly asked.

You didn't respond.

He turned on his/her chair and looking at his/her shoulder to her, he raised
his/her arm and it drew the point of his/her pen through the backs of a battery of
periodic on top of his/her desk.

"Here is a job", he said, "not written from a German or from some other
crews, but from a woman which raced that I don't know:  here a job the soles
purpose of whether to try is that some man is only an Accident in the
the life of some woman.  He can be this to her, he can be that to her;  for
a briefer time, for a greater time;  but always and in the end,
under of everything, he is to her--an Accident."

He turned and it compared her/it, not without a glint of humor in his
eyes.

"That didn't shake me", he softly said.  "Those were not discords
to me."

Its eyes remained on its face with inscrutable search. You did anybody
comment.

Its his/her own face grew grave. After a moment of debate with him as to
if he should be forced to do something he would not do rather, him
turned on his/her chair and it placed down his/her pen as if separating himself/herself/itself
from his/her job. Then he said, in a tone that has ended the festiveness:

"Don't I understand? Have not I understood the whole duration? For one year
I am now closing above me to times of exchange in this room and to
this job--without some explanation to You. It never happened such thing
before in our lives. You has divided everything. I have counted on
I and You have needed You, and you have never failed me. And this
you/he/she has apparently been Your reward--rudely to be out finally closed.  Now
You enter and I tell him that the job is done--completely
ended--without a word to You around him. Don't I understand?" him
repeated.  "Have not I always understood? It is true;  outwardly as
you greet this job you have been--the accident."
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