"I have written to her and she wants you to come," he said.
"Well--upon my word! Before I so much as said I would go?"
"Why certainly," he answered, looking a trifle surprised. "For three
days, perhaps five, I want you to sleep. You'll find you're very
tired--once you let go. Then you can walk in the woods--I think it's
going to be warm enough for browsing around. And you can think of Karl,"
he said with a touch of humour, and a touch of something else, "and of
all this is going to mean. I've thought a great many times of what you
said about the statue. There's something mighty stirring in that idea of
unconquerableness."
"There is!" she responded.
"A great thing, you know, is worth making a few sacrifices for. You've
made some pretty big ones for this, now make this one more. Haven't you
been laying claim to great faith in my judgment?"
"Oh yes--as a matter of judgment; only--"
"Very well then, be lonesome--if you must be lonesome. I hope you will
be--it's part of the treatment.
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