And then he moved himself a little, and took a book
to forget his thinking, and then as always, he loved it when he was
reading, and then very soon he was deep in his reading, and so he
forgot now for a little while that he never could seem to be very
understanding.
And so Jeff forgot himself for awhile in his reading, and Melanctha
was sleeping. And then Melanctha woke up and she was screaming. "Oh,
Jeff, I thought you gone away for always from me. Oh, Jeff, never now
go away no more from me. Oh, Jeff, sure, sure, always be just so good
to me"
There was a weight in Jeff Campbell from now on, always with him, that
he could never lift out from him, to feel easy. He always was trying
not to have it in him and he always was trying not to let Melanctha
feel it, with him, but it was always there inside him. Now Jeff
Campbell always was serious, and dark, and heavy, and sullen, and he
would often sit a long time with Melanctha without moving.
"You certainly never have forgiven to me, what I said to you that
night, Jeff, now have you?" Melanctha asked him after a long silence,
late one evening with him. "It ain't ever with me a question like
forgiving, Melanctha, I got in me. It's just only what you are feeling
for me, makes any difference to me. I ain't ever seen anything since
in you, makes me think you didn't mean it right, what you said about
not thinking now any more I was good, to make it right for you to be
really caring so very much to love me.
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