It's mean and selfish of me, and
whenever
I think of
it it worries me.
it it worries me.
Kipling - Poems
"I'd--I'd tell you if it did; but it
doesn't. Oh, Dick, please be sensible. "
"Don't you think that it ever will? "
"No, I'm sure it won't. "
"Why? "
Maisie rested her chin on her hand, and, still regarding the sea, spoke
hurriedly--"I know what you want perfectly well, but I can't give it to
you, Dick. It isn't my fault; indeed, it isn't. If I felt that I
could care for any one----But I don't feel that I care. I simply don't
understand what the feeling means. "
"Is that true, dear? "
"You've been very good to me, Dickie; and the only way I can pay you
back is by speaking the truth. I daren't tell a fib. I despise myself
quite enough as it is. "
"What in the world for? "
"Because--because I take everything that you give me and I give you
nothing in return.
It's mean and selfish of me, and whenever I think of
it it worries me. "
"Understand once for all, then, that I can manage my own affairs, and if
I choose to do anything you aren't to blame. You haven't a single thing
to reproach yourself with, darling. "
"Yes, I have, and talking only makes it worse. "
"Then don't talk about it. "
"How can I help myself? If you find me alone for a minute you are always
talking about it; and when you aren't you look it. You don't know how I
despise myself sometimes. "
"Great goodness! " said Dick, nearly jumping to his feet. "Speak the
truth now, Maisie, if you never speak it again! Do I--does this worrying
bore you? "
"No. It does not. "
"You'd tell me if it did? "
"I should let you know, I think.
doesn't. Oh, Dick, please be sensible. "
"Don't you think that it ever will? "
"No, I'm sure it won't. "
"Why? "
Maisie rested her chin on her hand, and, still regarding the sea, spoke
hurriedly--"I know what you want perfectly well, but I can't give it to
you, Dick. It isn't my fault; indeed, it isn't. If I felt that I
could care for any one----But I don't feel that I care. I simply don't
understand what the feeling means. "
"Is that true, dear? "
"You've been very good to me, Dickie; and the only way I can pay you
back is by speaking the truth. I daren't tell a fib. I despise myself
quite enough as it is. "
"What in the world for? "
"Because--because I take everything that you give me and I give you
nothing in return.
It's mean and selfish of me, and whenever I think of
it it worries me. "
"Understand once for all, then, that I can manage my own affairs, and if
I choose to do anything you aren't to blame. You haven't a single thing
to reproach yourself with, darling. "
"Yes, I have, and talking only makes it worse. "
"Then don't talk about it. "
"How can I help myself? If you find me alone for a minute you are always
talking about it; and when you aren't you look it. You don't know how I
despise myself sometimes. "
"Great goodness! " said Dick, nearly jumping to his feet. "Speak the
truth now, Maisie, if you never speak it again! Do I--does this worrying
bore you? "
"No. It does not. "
"You'd tell me if it did? "
"I should let you know, I think.