"We are something
just the same,--for my part, at least, I have never changed very
much in some ways."
"You have suffered a great deal," she said simply "You have lost
very much. You are no longer a boy. You are a man, now. You've
changed because you are a man. And it wasn't--well, it wasn't done
for--for any reward."
"No, maybe not. In some ways I don't think just the way I used to.
But the savage--the brute--in me is there just the same. I don't
want to do what is right. I don't want to know what is right. I
only want to do what I want to do. What I covet, I covet. What I
love, I love. What I want, I want. That is all. And yet, just a
minute ago you were telling me you would be a friend! Not to a man
like that! It wouldn't be right."
She made no answer. The faces of both were now turned toward the
gray dawn beyond the hills. It was some moments before once more
he turned to her.
"But you and I--just you and I, together, thinking the way we both
do, seeing what we both see--the splendid sadness and the glory of
living and loving--and being what we both are! Oh, it all comes
back to me, I tell you; and I say I have not changed.
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