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“
You
’
re
right
…
you
’
re
right
…
I
can
see
it
all
as
you
tell
it
.
”
Then
she
turned
on
me
almost
savagely
.
“
And
you
love
me
?
Knowing
what
you
do
,
how
can
you
love
me
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
I
said
a
little
wearily
.
“
I
think
love
is
like
that
—
a
thing
one
cannot
help
.
I
have
tried
,
I
know
—
ever
since
the
first
day
I
met
you
.
And
love
has
been
too
strong
for
me
.
”
And
then
suddenly
,
when
I
least
expected
it
,
she
broke
down
again
,
casting
herself
down
on
the
floor
and
sobbing
wildly
.
“
Oh
,
I
can
’
t
!
”
she
cried
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
.
I
don
’
t
know
which
way
to
turn
.
Oh
,
pity
me
,
pity
me
,
some
one
,
and
tell
me
what
to
do
!
”
Again
I
knelt
by
her
,
soothing
her
as
best
I
could
.
“
Don
’
t
be
afraid
of
me
,
Bella
.
For
God
’
s
sake
don
’
t
be
afraid
of
me
.
I
love
you
,
that
’
s
true
—
but
I
don
’
t
want
anything
in
return
.
Only
let
me
help
you
.
Love
him
still
if
you
have
to
,
but
let
me
help
you
as
he
can
’
t
.
”
It
was
as
though
she
had
been
turned
to
stone
by
my
words
.
She
raised
her
head
from
her
hands
and
stared
at
me
.
“
You
think
that
?
”
she
whispered
.
“
You
think
that
I
love
Jack
Renauld
?
”
Then
,
half
laughing
,
half
crying
,
she
flung
her
arms
passionately
round
my
neck
,
and
pressed
her
sweet
wet
face
to
mine
.
“
Not
as
I
love
you
,
”
she
whispered
.
