The Ambassadors by Henry James
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Waymarsh gave this proposition a long hard look. "I see. You're
afraid yourself of being squared. But you're a humbug," he added, all the same." "Oh!" Strether quickly protested. "Yes, you ask me for protection--which makes you very interesting; and then you won't take it. You say you want to be squashed--" "Ah but not so easily! Don't you see," Strether demanded "where my interest, as already shown you, lies? It lies in my not being squared. If I'm squared where's my marriage? If I miss my errand I miss that; and if I miss that I miss everything--I'm nowhere." Waymarsh--but all relentlessly--took this in. "What do I care where you are if you're spoiled?" Their eyes met on it an instant. "Thank you awfully," Strether at last said. "But don't you think HER judgement of that--?" "Ought to content me? No." It kept them again face to face, and the end of this was that Strether again laughed. "You do her injustice. You really MUST know her. Good-night." He breakfasted with Mr. Bilham on the morrow, and, as inconsequently befell, with Waymarsh massively of the party. The latter announced, at the eleventh hour and much to his friend's surprise, that, damn it, he would as soon join him as do anything |
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