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’
How
could
I
?
I
began
to
.
I
began
to
love
her
.
But
somehow
,
she
always
ripped
me
up
.
No
,
don
’
t
let
’
s
talk
of
it
.
It
was
a
doom
,
that
was
.
And
she
was
a
doomed
woman
.
This
last
time
,
I
’
d
have
shot
her
like
I
shoot
a
stoat
,
if
I
’
d
but
been
allowed
:
a
raving
,
doomed
thing
in
the
shape
of
a
woman
!
If
only
I
could
have
shot
her
,
and
ended
the
whole
misery
!
It
ought
to
be
allowed
.
When
a
woman
gets
absolutely
possessed
by
her
own
will
,
her
own
will
set
against
everything
,
then
it
’
s
fearful
,
and
she
should
be
shot
at
last
.
’
’
And
shouldn
’
t
men
be
shot
at
last
,
if
they
get
possessed
by
their
own
will
?
’
’
Ay
!
-
-
the
same
!
But
I
must
get
free
of
her
,
or
she
’
ll
be
at
me
again
.
I
wanted
to
tell
you
.
I
must
get
a
divorce
if
I
possibly
can
.
So
we
must
be
careful
.
We
mustn
’
t
really
be
seen
together
,
you
and
I
.
I
never
,
never
could
stand
it
if
she
came
down
on
me
and
you
.
’
Connie
pondered
this
.
’
Then
we
can
’
t
be
together
?
’
she
said
.
’
Not
for
six
months
or
so
.
But
I
think
my
divorce
will
go
through
in
September
;
then
till
March
.
’
’
But
the
baby
will
probably
be
born
at
the
end
of
February
,
’
she
said
.
He
was
silent
.
’
I
could
wish
the
Cliffords
and
Berthas
all
dead
,
’
he
said
.
