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"
I
think
I
’
ve
always
known
that
you
would
find
him
.
I
knew
what
you
felt
for
me
,
I
knew
how
much
it
was
,
but
I
knew
that
I
was
not
your
final
choice
.
What
you
’
ll
give
him
is
not
taken
away
from
me
,
it
’
s
what
I
’
ve
never
had
.
I
can
’
t
rebel
against
it
.
What
I
’
ve
had
means
too
much
to
me
—
and
that
I
’
ve
had
it
,
can
never
be
changed
.
"
"
Do
you
want
me
to
say
it
,
Hank
?
Will
you
understand
it
,
if
I
say
that
I
’
ll
always
love
you
?
"
"
I
think
I
’
ve
understood
it
before
you
did
.
"
"
I
’
ve
always
seen
you
as
you
are
now
.
That
greatness
of
yours
which
you
are
just
beginning
to
allow
yourself
to
know
—
I
’
ve
always
known
it
and
I
’
ve
watched
your
struggle
to
discover
it
.
Don
’
t
speak
of
atonement
,
you
have
not
hurt
me
,
your
mistakes
came
from
your
magnificent
integrity
under
the
torture
of
an
impossible
code
—
and
your
fight
against
it
did
not
bring
me
suffering
,
it
brought
me
the
feeling
I
’
ve
found
too
seldom
:
admiration
.
If
you
will
accept
it
,
it
will
always
be
yours
.
What
you
meant
to
me
can
never
be
changed
.
But
the
man
I
met
—
he
is
the
love
I
had
wanted
to
reach
long
before
I
knew
that
he
existed
,
and
I
think
he
will
remain
beyond
my
reach
,
but
that
I
love
him
will
be
enough
to
keep
me
living
.
"
He
took
her
hand
and
pressed
it
to
his
lips
.
"
Then
you
know
what
I
feel
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
why
I
am
still
happy
.
"
Looking
up
at
his
face
,
she
realized
that
for
the
first
time
he
was
what
she
had
always
thought
him
intended
to
be
:
a
man
with
an
immense
capacity
for
the
enjoyment
of
existence
.
The
taut
look
of
endurance
,
of
fiercely
unadmitted
pain
,
was
gone
;
now
,
in
the
midst
of
the
wreckage
and
of
his
hardest
hour
,
his
face
had
the
serenity
of
pure
strength
;
it
had
the
look
she
had
seen
in
the
faces
of
the
men
in
the
valley
.
"
Hank
,
"
she
whispered
,
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
can
explain
it
,
but
I
feel
that
I
have
committed
no
treason
,
either
to
you
or
to
him
.
"
"
You
haven
’
t
.
"
Her
eyes
seemed
abnormally
alive
in
a
face
drained
of
color
,
as
if
her
consciousness
remained
untouched
in
a
body
broken
by
exhaustion
.
He
made
her
sit
down
and
slipped
his
arm
along
the
back
of
the
couch
,
not
touching
her
,
yet
holding
her
in
a
protective
embrace
.
