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'
I
have
done
no
worse
,
I
have
not
disgraced
you
.
But
if
you
ask
me
whether
I
have
loved
him
,
or
do
love
him
,
I
tell
you
plainly
,
father
,
that
it
may
be
so
.
I
do
n't
know
.
'
She
took
her
hands
suddenly
from
his
shoulders
,
and
pressed
them
both
upon
her
side
;
while
in
her
face
,
not
like
itself
--
and
in
her
figure
,
drawn
up
,
resolute
to
finish
by
a
last
effort
what
she
had
to
say
--
the
feelings
long
suppressed
broke
loose
.
'
This
night
,
my
husband
being
away
,
he
has
been
with
me
,
declaring
himself
my
lover
.
This
minute
he
expects
me
,
for
I
could
release
myself
of
his
presence
by
no
other
means
.
I
do
not
know
that
I
am
sorry
,
I
do
not
know
that
I
am
ashamed
,
I
do
not
know
that
I
am
degraded
in
my
own
esteem
.
All
that
I
know
is
,
your
philosophy
and
your
teaching
will
not
save
me
.
Now
,
father
,
you
have
brought
me
to
this
.
Save
me
by
some
other
means
!
'
He
tightened
his
hold
in
time
to
prevent
her
sinking
on
the
floor
,
but
she
cried
out
in
a
terrible
voice
,
'
I
shall
die
if
you
hold
me
!
Let
me
fall
upon
the
ground
!
'
And
he
laid
her
down
there
,
and
saw
the
pride
of
his
heart
and
the
triumph
of
his
system
,
lying
,
an
insensible
heap
,
at
his
feet
.
Louisa
awoke
from
a
torpor
,
and
her
eyes
languidly
opened
on
her
old
bed
at
home
,
and
her
old
room
.
It
seemed
,
at
first
,
as
if
all
that
had
happened
since
the
days
when
these
objects
were
familiar
to
her
were
the
shadows
of
a
dream
,
but
gradually
,
as
the
objects
became
more
real
to
her
sight
,
the
events
became
more
real
to
her
mind
.
She
could
scarcely
move
her
head
for
pain
and
heaviness
,
her
eyes
were
strained
and
sore
,
and
she
was
very
weak
.
A
curious
passive
inattention
had
such
possession
of
her
,
that
the
presence
of
her
little
sister
in
the
room
did
not
attract
her
notice
for
some
time
.
Even
when
their
eyes
had
met
,
and
her
sister
had
approached
the
bed
,
Louisa
lay
for
minutes
looking
at
her
in
silence
,
and
suffering
her
timidly
to
hold
her
passive
hand
,
before
she
asked
:
'
When
was
I
brought
to
this
room
?
'
'
Last
night
,
Louisa
.
'
'
Who
brought
me
here
?
'
'
Sissy
,
I
believe
.
'
