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“
What
an
insinuation
!
”
he
cried
,
throwing
out
his
hands
with
a
laugh
.
Her
face
instantly
melted
to
laughter
.
“
Well
,
then
—
I
won
’
t
be
sorry
;
I
won
’
t
regret
anything
except
that
our
good
time
is
over
!
”
The
words
were
so
unexpected
that
they
routed
all
his
resolves
.
If
she
had
gone
on
doubting
him
he
could
probably
have
gone
on
deceiving
her
;
but
her
unhesitating
acceptance
of
his
word
made
him
hate
the
part
he
was
playing
.
At
the
same
moment
a
doubt
shot
up
its
serpent
-
head
in
his
own
bosom
.
Was
it
not
he
rather
than
she
who
was
childishly
trustful
?
Was
she
not
almost
too
ready
to
take
his
word
,
and
dismiss
once
for
all
the
tiresome
question
of
the
letter
?
Considering
what
her
experiences
must
have
been
,
such
trustfulness
seemed
open
to
suspicion
.
But
the
moment
his
eyes
fell
on
her
he
was
ashamed
of
the
thought
,
and
knew
it
for
what
it
really
was
:
another
pretext
to
lessen
his
own
delinquency
.
“
Why
should
our
good
time
be
over
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Why
shouldn
’
t
it
last
a
little
longer
?
”
She
looked
up
,
her
lips
parted
in
surprise
;
but
before
she
could
speak
he
went
on
:
“
I
want
you
to
stay
with
me
—
I
want
you
,
just
for
a
few
days
,
to
have
all
the
things
you
’
ve
never
had
.
It
’
s
not
always
May
and
Paris
—
why
not
make
the
most
of
them
now
?
You
know
me
—
we
’
re
not
strangers
—
why
shouldn
’
t
you
treat
me
like
a
friend
?
”
While
he
spoke
she
had
drawn
away
a
little
,
but
her
hand
still
lay
in
his
.
She
was
pale
,
and
her
eyes
were
fixed
on
him
in
a
gaze
in
which
there
was
neither
distrust
or
resentment
,
but
only
an
ingenuous
wonder
.
He
was
extraordinarily
touched
by
her
expression
.
“
Oh
,
do
!
You
must
.
Listen
:
to
prove
that
I
’
m
sincere
I
’
ll
tell
you
.
.
.
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
I
didn
’
t
post
your
letter
.
.
.
.
I
didn
’
t
post
it
because
I
wanted
so
much
to
give
you
a
few
good
hours
.
.
.
and
because
I
couldn
’
t
bear
to
have
you
go
.
”
He
had
the
feeling
that
the
words
were
being
uttered
in
spite
of
him
by
some
malicious
witness
of
the
scene
,
and
yet
that
he
was
not
sorry
to
have
them
spoken
.
