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Adventures in Contentment
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David Grayson
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"I
can
remember,"
he
said,
"lying
awake
in
my
bed
and
thinking
how
I
would
love
her
and
serve
her--and
I
could
see
myself
in
all
sorts
of
impossible
places
saving
her
from
danger.
When
she
came
to
my
room
to
bid
me
good
night,
I
imagined
how
I
should
look--for
I
have
always
been
able
to
see
myself
doing
things--when
I
threw
my
arms
around
her
neck
to
kiss
her."
Here
he
reached
a
strange
part
of
his
story.
I
had
been
watching
Harriet
out
of
the
corner
of
my
eye.
At
first
her
face
was
tearful
with
compassion,
but
as
the
Ruin
proceeded
it
became
a
study
in
wonder
and
finally
in
outright
alarm.
He
said
that
when
his
mother
came
in
to
bid
him
good
night
he
saw
himself
so
plainly
beforehand
("more
vividly
than
I
see
you
at
this
moment")
and
felt
his
emotion
so
keenly
that
when
his
mother
actually
stooped
to
kiss
him,
somehow
he
could
not
respond,
he
could
not
throw
his
arms
around
her
neck.
He
said
he
often
lay
quiet,
in
waiting,
trembling
all
over
until
she
had
gone,
not
only
suffering
himself
but
pitying
her,
because
he
understood
how
she
must
feel.
Then
he
would
follow
her,
he
said,
in
imagination
through
the
long
hall,
seeing
himself
stealing
behind
her,
just
touching
her
hand,
wistfully
hoping
that
she
might
turn
to
him
again--and
yet
fearing.
He
said
no
one
knew
the
agonies
he
suffered
at
seeing
his
mother's
disappointment
over
his
apparent
coldness
and
unresponsiveness.
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