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"
I
will
tell
you
something
,
"
she
said
,
in
her
cooing
way
,
keeping
her
arms
folded
.
"
My
foot
really
slipped
.
"
"
I
know
,
I
know
,
"
said
Lydgate
,
deprecatingly
.
"
It
was
a
fatal
accident
—
a
dreadful
stroke
of
calamity
that
bound
me
to
you
the
more
.
"
Again
Laure
paused
a
little
and
then
said
,
slowly
,
"
I
MEANT
TO
DO
IT
.
"
Lydgate
,
strong
man
as
he
was
,
turned
pale
and
trembled
:
moments
seemed
to
pass
before
he
rose
and
stood
at
a
distance
from
her
.
"
There
was
a
secret
,
then
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
even
vehemently
.
"
He
was
brutal
to
you
:
you
hated
him
.
"
"
No
!
he
wearied
me
;
he
was
too
fond
:
he
would
live
in
Paris
,
and
not
in
my
country
;
that
was
not
agreeable
to
me
.
"
"
Great
God
!
"
said
Lydgate
,
in
a
groan
of
horror
.
"
And
you
planned
to
murder
him
?
"
"
I
did
not
plan
:
it
came
to
me
in
the
play
—
I
MEANT
TO
DO
IT
.
"
Lydgate
stood
mute
,
and
unconsciously
pressed
his
hat
on
while
he
looked
at
her
.
He
saw
this
woman
—
the
first
to
whom
he
had
given
his
young
adoration
—
amid
the
throng
of
stupid
criminals
.
