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“
The
best
you
can
—
that
’
s
what
I
mean
!
How
can
there
be
a
‘
best
’
for
you
that
’
s
made
of
some
one
else
’
s
worst
?
”
He
sat
down
again
with
a
groan
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
!
It
seemed
such
a
slight
thing
—
all
on
the
surface
—
and
I
’
ve
gone
aground
on
it
because
it
was
on
the
surface
.
I
see
the
horror
of
it
just
as
you
do
.
But
I
see
,
a
little
more
clearly
,
the
extent
,
and
the
limits
,
of
my
wrong
.
It
’
s
not
as
black
as
you
imagine
.
”
She
lowered
her
voice
to
say
:
“
I
suppose
I
shall
never
understand
;
but
she
seems
to
love
you
.
.
.
”
“
There
’
s
my
shame
!
That
I
didn
’
t
guess
it
,
didn
’
t
fly
from
it
.
You
say
you
’
ll
never
understand
:
but
why
shouldn
’
t
you
?
Is
it
anything
to
be
proud
of
,
to
know
so
little
of
the
strings
that
pull
us
?
If
you
knew
a
little
more
,
I
could
tell
you
how
such
things
happen
without
offending
you
;
and
perhaps
you
’
d
listen
without
condemning
me
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
condemn
you
.
”
She
was
dizzy
with
struggling
impulses
.
She
longed
to
cry
out
:
“
I
do
understand
!
I
’
ve
understood
ever
since
you
’
ve
been
here
!
”
For
she
was
aware
,
in
her
own
bosom
,
of
sensations
so
separate
from
her
romantic
thoughts
of
him
that
she
saw
her
body
and
soul
divided
against
themselves
.
She
recalled
having
read
somewhere
that
in
ancient
Rome
the
slaves
were
not
allowed
to
wear
a
distinctive
dress
lest
they
should
recognize
each
other
and
learn
their
numbers
and
their
power
.
So
,
in
herself
,
she
discerned
for
the
first
time
instincts
and
desires
,
which
,
mute
and
unmarked
,
had
gone
to
and
fro
in
the
dim
passages
of
her
mind
,
and
now
hailed
each
other
with
a
cry
of
mutiny
.
“
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
think
!
”
she
broke
out
.
“
You
say
you
didn
’
t
know
she
loved
you
.
But
you
know
it
now
.
Doesn
’
t
that
show
you
how
you
can
put
the
broken
bits
together
?
”
“
Can
you
seriously
think
it
would
be
doing
so
to
marry
one
woman
while
I
care
for
another
?
”
“
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
.
.
”
The
sense
of
her
weakness
made
her
try
to
harden
herself
against
his
arguments
.
