The Necromancers. Robert Hugh Benson

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      Laurie waited; but she said nothing.

      "Well?" he asked at last, still refraining from looking at her.

      "I think it's horrible," she said.

      Laurie delicately adjusted a little tobacco protruding from his cigarette.

      "Isn't that a little unreasonable?" he asked. "You've hardly looked at it yet."

      Maggie knew this mood of his only too well. He reserved it for occasions when he was determined to fight. Argument was a useless weapon against it.

      "My dear boy," she said with an effort, "I'm sorry. I daresay it is unreasonable. But that kind of thing does seem to me so disgusting. That's all. … I didn't come to talk about that. … Tell me—"

      "Didn't you?" said Laurie.

      Maggie was silent.

      "Didn't you?"

      "Well—yes I did. But I don't want to any more."

      Laurie smiled so that it might be seen.

      "Well, what else did you want to say?" He glanced purposely at the book. Maggie ignored his glance.

      "I just came to see how you were getting on."

      "How do you mean? With the book?"

      "No; in every way."

      He looked up at her swiftly and suddenly, and she saw that his agony of sorrow was acute beneath all his attempts at superiority, his courteous fractiousness, and his set face. She was filled suddenly with an enormous pity.

      "Oh! Laurie, I'm so sorry," she cried out. "Can't I do anything?"

      "Nothing, thanks; nothing at all," he said quietly.

      Again pity and misery surged up within her, and she cast all prudence to the winds. She had not realized how fond she was of this boy till she saw once more that look in his eyes.

      "Oh! Laurie, you know I didn't like it; but—but I don't know what to do, I'm so sorry. But don't spoil it all," she said wildly, hardly knowing what she feared.

      "I beg your pardon?"

      "You know what I mean. Don't spoil it, by—by fancying things."

      "Maggie," said the boy quietly, "you must let me alone. You can't help."

      "Can't I?"

      "You can't help," he repeated. "I must go my own way. Please don't say any more. I can't stand it."

      There followed a dead silence. Then Maggie recovered and stood up. He rose with her.

      "Forgive me, Laurie, won't you? I must say this. You'll remember I'll always do anything I can, won't you?"

      Then she was gone.

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