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She
raised
her
head
a
little
,
there
was
no
perceptible
change
in
her
posture
,
it
was
no
more
than
her
awareness
of
her
own
body
and
of
its
meaning
to
him
,
but
for
the
length
of
one
sentence
she
stood
as
a
woman
,
the
suggestion
of
defiance
coming
only
from
the
faintly
stressed
spacing
of
her
words
:
"
And
what
will
it
do
to
you
?
"
He
looked
at
her
,
in
full
understanding
,
but
neither
admitting
nor
denying
the
confession
she
wanted
to
tear
from
him
.
"
That
is
no
one
’
s
concern
but
mine
,
"
he
answered
.
It
was
she
who
weakened
,
but
realized
,
while
saying
it
,
that
this
was
still
more
crueclass
=
"
underline
"
"
I
don
’
t
hate
you
.
I
’
ve
tried
to
,
for
years
,
but
I
never
will
,
no
matter
what
we
do
,
either
one
of
us
.
"
"
I
know
it
,
"
he
said
,
his
voice
low
,
so
that
she
did
not
hear
the
pain
,
but
felt
it
within
herself
as
if
by
direct
reflection
from
him
.
"
Francisco
!
"
she
cried
,
in
desperate
defense
of
him
against
herself
.
"
How
can
you
do
what
you
’
re
doing
?
"
"
By
the
grace
of
my
love
"
—
for
you
,
said
his
eyes
—
"
for
the
man
,
"
said
his
voice
,
"
who
did
not
perish
in
your
catastrophe
and
who
will
never
perish
.
"
She
stood
silently
still
for
a
moment
,
as
if
in
respectful
acknowledgment
.
"
I
wish
I
could
spare
you
what
you
’
re
going
to
go
through
,
"
he
said
,
the
gentleness
of
his
voice
saying
:
It
’
s
not
me
that
you
should
pity
.
"
But
I
can
’
t
.
Every
one
of
us
has
to
travel
that
road
by
his
own
steps
.
