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But I soothed and comforted her, till she pulled herself bravely together and recuperated mentally as quickly as she was wont to do physically. ¡¡¡¡'I ought to be ashamed of myself,' she said. Then added, with the whimsical smile I adored, 'But I am only one small woman.' ¡¡¡¡That phrase, 'one small woman,' startled me like an electric shock. It was my own phrase, my pet, secret phrase, my love-phrase for her. ¡¡¡¡'Where did you get that phrase?' I demanded, with an abruptness that in turn startled her. ¡¡¡¡'What phrase?'
oil paintingshe asked. ¡¡¡¡'"One small woman."' ¡¡¡¡'Is it yours?' she asked. ¡¡¡¡'Yes,' I answered, 'mine. I made it.' ¡¡¡¡'Then you must have talked in your sleep,' she smiled. ¡¡¡¡The dancing, tremulous light was in her eyes. Mine, I knew, were speaking beyond the will of my speech. I leaned toward her. Without volition I leaned toward her, as a tree is swayed by the wind. Ah, we were very close together in that moment. But she shook her head, as one might shake off sleep or a dream, saying: