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71 ially sensitive... indeed implacable.. the Service is on that topic. Anything but a hint of it! There musn't be a suspicion, a breath! One is simply ruined!»

I stopped to pay our tolls for the long Suspension Bridge. As we pursued our walk, Imre said:

«Do you have any such affairs in England?»

«Yes. Certainly.»

«Yes.»

«In military life?»

«In military and civil life. In every kind of life.»

«Indeed. And.. how do you understand that sort of thing?»

«What sort of thing?»

«A... a man's feeling that way for another man? What's the explanation?—the excuse for it!

«Oh, I don't pretend to understand it. There are things we would better not try to understand...»

Ah, had I only finished that the sentence as I certainly meant to do in beginning it!... with some such words as "—so much as