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What
do
you
want
of
me
?
—
she
asked
,
feeling
as
if
she
were
running
,
but
no
way
were
open
to
escape
.
What
do
you
want
of
me
?
—
she
asked
,
looking
at
the
whole
long
torture
of
her
marriage
that
had
not
lasted
the
full
span
of
one
year
.
"
What
do
you
want
of
me
?
"
she
asked
aloud
—
and
saw
that
she
was
sitting
at
the
table
in
her
dining
room
,
looking
at
Jim
,
at
his
feverish
face
,
and
at
a
drying
stain
of
water
on
the
table
.
She
did
not
know
how
long
a
span
of
silence
had
stretched
between
them
,
she
was
startled
by
her
own
voice
and
by
the
-
-
question
she
had
not
intended
to
utter
.
She
did
not
expect
him
to
understand
it
,
he
had
never
seemed
to
understand
much
simpler
queries
—
and
she
shook
her
head
,
struggling
to
recapture
the
reality
of
the
present
.
She
was
startled
to
see
him
looking
at
her
with
a
touch
of
derision
,
as
if
he
were
mocking
her
estimate
of
his
understanding
.
"
Love
,
"
he
answered
.
She
felt
herself
sagging
with
hopelessness
,
in
the
face
of
that
answer
which
was
at
once
so
simple
and
so
meaningless
.
"
You
don
’
t
love
me
,
"
he
said
accusingly
.
She
did
not
answer
.
"
You
don
’
t
love
me
or
you
wouldn
’
t
ask
such
a
question
.
"
"
I
did
love
you
once
,
"
she
said
dully
,
"
but
it
wasn
’
t
what
you
wanted
.
I
loved
you
for
your
courage
,
your
ambition
,
your
ability
.
But
it
wasn
’
t
real
,
any
of
it
.
"
His
lower
lip
swelled
a
little
in
a
faint
,
contemptuous
thrust
.
"
What
a
shabby
idea
of
love
!
"
he
said
.
"
Jim
,
what
is
it
that
you
want
to
be
loved
for
?
"
