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He
was
right
.
She
rose
slowly
and
moved
toward
him
.
“
Haven
’
t
you
had
enough
—
without
that
?
”
she
said
,
in
a
strange
voice
of
pity
.
He
stared
at
her
.
“
Enough
—
?
”
“
Of
misery
.
.
.
.
”
An
iron
band
seemed
loosened
from
his
temples
.
“
You
saw
then
.
.
.
?
”
he
whispered
.
“
Oh
,
God
—
—
oh
,
God
—
—
”
she
sobbed
.
She
dropped
beside
him
and
hid
her
anguish
against
his
knees
.
They
clung
thus
in
silence
,
a
long
time
,
driven
together
down
the
same
fierce
blast
of
shame
.
When
at
length
she
lifted
her
face
he
averted
his
.
Her
scorn
would
have
hurt
him
less
than
the
tears
on
his
hands
.
She
spoke
languidly
,
like
a
child
emerging
from
a
passion
of
weeping
.
“
It
was
for
the
money
—
?
”
His
lips
shaped
an
assent
.
