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He
stood
,
paralyzed
,
shocked
by
the
brutality
of
his
own
reaction
.
She
was
staring
at
him
,
her
face
naked
in
bewilderment
,
with
no
mystery
,
no
pretense
or
protection
;
whatever
calculations
she
had
made
,
this
was
a
thing
she
had
not
expected
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
Lillian
.
.
.
"
he
said
,
his
voice
low
,
a
voice
of
sincerity
and
of
suffering
.
She
did
not
answer
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
.
.
.
It
’
s
just
that
I
’
m
very
tired
,
"
he
added
,
his
voice
lifeless
;
he
was
broken
by
the
triple
lie
,
one
part
of
which
was
a
disloyalty
he
could
not
bear
to
face
;
it
was
not
the
disloyalty
to
Lillian
.
She
gave
a
brief
chuckle
.
"
Well
,
if
that
’
s
the
effect
your
work
has
on
you
,
I
may
come
to
approve
of
it
.
Do
forgive
me
,
I
was
merely
trying
to
do
my
duty
.
I
thought
that
you
were
a
sensualist
who
’
d
never
rise
above
the
instincts
of
an
animal
in
the
gutter
.
I
’
m
not
one
of
those
bitches
who
belong
in
it
.
"
She
was
snapping
the
words
dryly
,
absently
,
without
thinking
.
Her
mind
was
on
a
question
mark
,
racing
over
every
possible
answer
.
It
was
her
last
sentence
that
made
him
face
her
suddenly
,
face
her
simply
,
directly
,
not
as
one
on
the
defensive
any
longer
.
"
Lillian
,
what
purpose
do
you
live
for
?
"
he
asked
.
"
What
a
crude
question
!
No
enlightened
person
would
ever
ask
it
.
"
"
Well
,
what
is
it
that
enlightened
people
do
with
their
lives
?
"
"
Perhaps
they
do
not
attempt
to
do
anything
.
That
is
their
enlightenment
.
