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Zuleika Dobson; Or, An Oxford Love Story
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Sir Max Beerbohm
73
Yes,
now
they
came
to
think
of
it,
this
was
exactly
how
she
HAD
seemed.
It
was
sweet,
it
was
bitter,
for
the
Duke.
“I
remember,”
Zuleika
had
said
to
him,
“nothing
that
happened
to
me
this
morning
till
I
found
myself
at
your
door.”
It
was
bitter-sweet
to
have
that
outline
filled
in
by
these
artless
pencils.
No,
it
was
only
bitter,
to
be,
at
his
time
of
life,
living
in
the
past.
“The
purpose
of
your
tattle?”
he
asked
coldly.
The
two
youths
hurried
to
the
point
from
which
he
had
diverted
them.
“When
she
went
by
with
you
just
now,”
said
the
one,
“she
evidently
didn’t
know
us
from
Adam.”
“And
I
had
so
hoped
to
ask
her
to
luncheon,”
said
the
other.
“Well?”
“Well,
we
wondered
if
you
would
re-introduce
us.
And
then
perhaps...”
There
was
a
pause.
The
Duke
was
touched
to
kindness
for
these
fellow-lovers.
He
would
fain
preserve
them
from
the
anguish
that
beset
himself.
So
humanising
is
sorrow.
“You
are
in
love
with
Miss
Dobson?”
he
asked.
Both
nodded.
“Then,”
said
he,
“you
will
in
time
be
thankful
to
me
for
not
affording
you
further
traffic
with
that
lady.
To
love
and
be
scorned--does
Fate
hold
for
us
a
greater
inconvenience?
You
think
I
beg
the
question?
Let
me
tell
you
that
I,
too,
love
Miss
Dobson,
and
that
she
scorns
me.”
To
the
implied
question
“What
chance
would
there
be
for
you?”
the
reply
was
obvious.
Amazed,
abashed,
the
two
youths
turned
on
their
heels.
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