[He got up onto his feet when she was still on her way back, pacing a little - putting on a silky robe and wondering again and again if he's doing the right thing. August confided in him and here he is, wanting to tell someone else. Half because he feels she deserves to know and half because this helpless feeling in him of wanted to do something, even about the inevitable. Is it worse to inflict her with that, too? Too late, now.]
He told me not to tell you. And he didn't tell me much. But...
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[He got up onto his feet when she was still on her way back, pacing a little - putting on a silky robe and wondering again and again if he's doing the right thing. August confided in him and here he is, wanting to tell someone else. Half because he feels she deserves to know and half because this helpless feeling in him of wanted to do something, even about the inevitable. Is it worse to inflict her with that, too? Too late, now.]
He told me not to tell you. And he didn't tell me much. But...
[Helpless feelings, helpless feelings...]
I thought stupidly maybe we could do something.