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. Is my breath bad?'
She answered levelly, 'Mr Graham, I think we had better stop this.'
'So it's "Mr Graham", is it? Margrethe, what have I done?'
'You've done nothing!'
'Then - My dear, you're crying!'
'I'm sorry. I didn't intend to.'
I took my handkerchief, blotted her tears, and said gently, 'I have never intended to hurt you. You must tell me what's wrong so that I can change it.'
'If you don't know, sir, I don't see how I can explain it.
Won't you try? Please!' (Could it be one of those cyclic emotional disturbances women are heir to?)
'Uh... Mr Graham, I knew it could not last beyond the end of the voyage - and believe me, I did not count on any more. I suppose it means more to me than it did to you. But I never thought that you would simply end it, with no explanation, sooner than we must.'
'Margrethe... I do not understand.'
'But you do know!'
'But I don't know.'
'You must know. It's been eleven days. Each night I've asked you and each night you've turned me down. Mr Graham, aren't you ever again going to ask me to come back later?'
'Oh. So that's what you meant! Margrethe -'
'Yes, sir?'
'I'm not "Mr Graham".' 'Sir?' 'My name is "Hergensheimer". It has been exactly eleven days since I saw you for the first time in my life. I'm sorry. I'm terribly sorry. But that is the truth.'
Chapter 7
Now therefore be content, look upon me;
for it is evident unto you if I lie
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