The Other Roomby Mary Heaton Vorse
Format of Original Source: Short Story
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“Do you mean there’s someone you love better than you do me?”
She nodded, with that flooding look of wonder on her face.
“I didn’t know,” she said next. “I didn’t know–not–until now–all about it.”
“All about it?” he cried.
“Yes, the meaning of what I felt–that it’s someone as real as you, as real as me–that I love someone out there–someone I can’t see.”
“Moira!” His voice sent shivers down my back. “You’re crazy–you’re mad–you mean–you mean–you love someone you’ve never met–someone you can’t see?” She nodded.
“I’ve loved him always,” she said. “All my life I’ve known him for ever and ever–I know him more than anything in the world–from the time I could think he has lived in my heart–I didn’t know him until now–I only suffered when he wasn’t there, and went wandering and searching for him–and you’ve kept me from him–for I didn’t know–“
“Moira,” he called to her in his pain, “don’t think these things–don’t feel these things–“
But she only looked at him kindly and as if she were a long way off.
“I love him,” she said, “better than life.”
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