I always loved you--surely I proved that to you.' 'What you
proved to me was that you were a sort of wild-cat. I'm afraid of
you. And anyway, I'm tired of women. I'll never trust another one.'"
"About the same conclusion as you've come to regarding men," I
remarked.
"'Douglas,' I said, 'come and see me, and we'll talk over old times.
You may trust me, I swear I'll not tell a living soul.' 'You've been
consoling yourself with someone else,' he said. But I knew he was
only guessing. He was seeking for something that would worry me, and
he said, 'You're drinking too much. People that drink can't be
trusted.' 'You know,' I replied, 'I didn't drink too much when I was
with you. I'm not drinking as much as you are, right now.' He
answered, 'I've been off on a desert island for God knows how many
months, and I'm celebrating my escape.' 'Well,' I answered, 'let me
help celebrate!'"
"What did he say to that?"
Claire resumed the combing of her silken hair, and smiled a slow
smile at me. "'You may trust me, Douglas,' I said. 'I swear I'll not
tell a living soul!'"
"Of course," I remarked, appreciatively, "that means he said he'd
come!"
"_I_ haven't told you!" was the reply.
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