. By the waters of Carthage. I amready to take the risk. Not more than I think, dear friend ; for althoughyou have not told me of all these accidental meetings,I have heard of them—the German waddler will doalmost anything, I am sure, if she is well enough paid. Jacks face, brown as it is, turned perfectly crimson. But remember, I said, she only works for the highestbidder. I paused. Do, do go slowly^ and rememberthat haste is from the Devil. Look here, Doris, he said, looking me full inthe eyes, I have never yet loved a womai^ who wasnot worth loving and trusting. I know Im a bit ofa fool . ,
. By the waters of Carthage. I amready to take the risk. Not more than I think, dear friend ; for althoughyou have not told me of all these accidental meetings,I have heard of them—the German waddler will doalmost anything, I am sure, if she is well enough paid. Jacks face, brown as it is, turned perfectly crimson. But remember, I said, she only works for the highestbidder. I paused. Do, do go slowly^ and rememberthat haste is from the Devil. Look here, Doris, he said, looking me full inthe eyes, I have never yet loved a womai^ who wasnot worth loving and trusting. I know Im a bit ofa fool . , . but remember that fools are the particularchildren of Allah, and so, perhaps just because I ama fool. He guides me a bit. And after all, what didI know about He stopped, evidently embarrassed. About me ? I said. He laughed. Well—yes, about you. You were quite bad then. Jack, I said. Yes, 1 was jolly bad ; but you arent the sort ofwoman who wants the man she wouldnt marry to go onbeing miserable all his life, are you ?. Chapter VIII 141 Thats why I want you to be careful, Jack. Oh, care killed the cat, he said, * and never madeany one any happier ; care and truth are what we allexpect of each other. Dont you know, old girl, thatthere are some women in the world better worth goingto hell with for a fortnight than to heaven for eternitywith any other ? * I believe you. Jack, I said, * and Im not surethat any of us want to go to heaven until we havehad a good peep at what hell is like. Im jolly sure we dont! But you have neverpeeped into hell ? * How do you know, sir .* Am I to infer that asyet I have not reached my heaven Because your eyes tell it; they have never evenseen temptation. This made me very unhappy, dear, so I lapsed intosilence. I felt, somehow, as though I had said some-thing and allowed Jack to approach it, a somethingwhich I have been hiding from myself—a somethingwhich always shows its eyes in the dark. Must I eatmy peck of Must I have my peep into
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