He started back when his glance fell on Oliver. Well, it's done, said the doctor, rubbing his hands. "She walked into the trap without any suspicion or fuss." 鈥淵es, I do. But they will believe me. I will confess everything. Lucy will believe me 鈥?she will forgive you, and 鈥?and 鈥?oh, some good will come by clinging to the right. Dear, dear Stephen, let me go! 鈥?don鈥檛 drag me into deeper remorse. My whole soul has never consented; it does not consent now.鈥? 双色球一共有多少个号 Well, it's done, said the doctor, rubbing his hands. "She walked into the trap without any suspicion or fuss." How do you know? he asked. She had fallen asleep before nine, and had been sleeping for six hours before the faintest hint of a midsummer daybreak was discernible. She awoke from that vivid dreaming which makes the margin of our deeper rest. She was in a boat on the wide water with Stephen, and in the gathering darkness something like a star appeared, that grew and grew till they saw it was the Virgin seated in St. Ogg鈥檚 boat, and it came nearer and nearer, till they saw the Virgin was Lucy and the boatman was Philip 鈥?no, not Philip, but her brother, who rowed past without looking at her; and she rose to stretch out her arms and call to him, and their own boat turned over with the movement, and they began to sink, till with one spasm of dread she seemed to awake, and find she was a child again in the parlor at evening twilight, and Tom was not really angry. From the soothed sense of that false waking she passed to the real waking 鈥?to the plash of water against the vessel, and the sound of a footstep on the deck, and the awful starlit sky. There was a moment of utter bewilderment before her mind could get disentangled from the confused web of dreams; but soon the whole terrible truth urged itself upon her. Stephen was not by her now; she was alone with her own memory and her own dread. The irrevocable wrong that must blot her life had been committed; she had brought sorrow into the lives of others 鈥?into the lives that were knit up with hers by trust and love. The feeling of a few short weeks had hurried her into the sins her nature had most recoiled from 鈥?breach of faith and cruel selfishness; she had rent the ties that had given meaning to duty, and had made herself an outlawed soul, with no guide but the wayward choice of her own passion. And where would that lead her? Where had it led her now? She had said she would rather die than fall into that temptation. She felt it now 鈥?now that the consequences of such a fall had come before the outward act was completed. There was at least this fruit from all her years of striving after the highest and best 鈥?that her soul though betrayed, beguiled, ensnared, could never deliberately consent to a choice of the lower. And a choice of what? O God! not a choice of joy, but of conscious cruelty and hardness; for could she ever cease to see before her Lucy and Philip, with their murdered trust and hopes? Her life with Stephen could have no sacredness; she must forever sink and wander vaguely, driven by uncertain impulse; for she had let go the clue of life 鈥?that clue which once in the far-off years her young need had clutched so strongly. She had renounced all delights then, before she knew them, before they had come within her reach. Philip had been right when he told her that she knew nothing of renunciation; she had thought it was quiet ecstasy; she saw it face to face now 鈥?that sad, patient, loving strength which holds the clue of life 鈥?and saw that the thorns were forever pressing on its brow. The yesterday, which could never be revoked 鈥?if she could have changed it now for any length of inward silent endurance, she would have bowed beneath that cross with a sense of rest. Which of you youngsters keeps this store? she enquired. What are you doing here' I said, 'I'm shopping. What areyou doing' And he said, 'Oh, this is just partof the educational process. That's all.' Of course, he's still doing the same thing today, except he uses hislittle tape recorder."I guess everybody who knew I was going ahead with the discounting idea on my own really did think I'dcompletely lost my mind. I laugh now when I look back on Wal-Mart's beginning. In 1962, the discountindustry was fairly young and full of high-living, big-spending promoters driving around in Cadillacsguyslike Herb Gibsonwho had the world by the tail. But it had very few of what you'd call goodoperatorsuntil 1962, the year which turned out to be the big one for discounting. In that year, fourcompanies that I know of started discount chains. S. S. Kresge, a big, 800-store variety chain, opened adiscount store in Garden City, Michigan, and called it Kmart. F. W. Woolworth, the granddaddy of themall, started its Woolco chain. Dayton-Hudson out of Minneapolis opened its first Target store. And someindependent down in Rogers, Arkansas, opened something called a Wal-Mart. At the time, and for quitea while after that, I can guarantee you that hardly anybody noticed that last guy. Heck, within five years,Kmart had 250 stores to our 19, and sales of more than $800 million to our $9 million. Here's whatmakes me laugh today: it would have been absolutely impossible to convince anybody back then that inthirty years most all of the early discounters would be gone, that three of these four new chains would bethe biggest, best-run operators in the business, that the one to fold up would be Woolco, and that thebiggest, most profitable one would be the one down in Arkansas. Sometimes even I have troublebelieving it. She had spoken impetuously, fancying that there was some slight towards her absent husband in Miss Crowther's speech. Her flash of anger made a break in the conversation, and nothing more was said about her going or not going to the Hunt Ball. They talked of that entertainment in the abstract鈥攄iscussed the floor鈥攖he lighting鈥攖he band鈥攁nd the great people who might be induced to appear, if the proper pressure were put upon them. I have twenty-five cents in my pocket, said Oliver with a smile. Co-Author's Note Are my letters regularly mailed, Dr. Fox? asked Mrs. Kenyon searchingly. CHARLIE BAUM: Well, it's done, said the doctor, rubbing his hands. "She walked into the trap without any suspicion or fuss." She clasped her hands and broke into a sob, like a frightened child; she thought of nothing but of meeting Lucy, and seeing her look of pained surprise and doubt, perhaps of just upbraiding.