"I saw you sitting up there in the sun--on the bunker.

Just having received the last will and testament, as it were, of this other human soul, can't you fancy how I hated you--sitting there so serenely in the sun ?" "But why hate me ?" she demanded passionately.

"That's where you're small and unjust! I don't make the crazed crowds, do I ?" "Yes; that's just what you do.

There'd be no crowds if it weren't for you.

You take up too much room." "I don't see why you want to--hurt me like that," she said unevenly.
"Don't you want me to enjoy my place any more?
Will it do any good for me to get in the crowd?
What can I do about it ?" Looking into her passionately earnest face it was perhaps the gulf between the girl and his _a priori_ idea of her brought the smile--a smile no kin to that hard smile of his.