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She
looked
at
him
gently
.
“
Don
’
t
I
,
”
she
murmured
,
“
do
that
?
”
“
In
being
yourself
merely
?
Alas
,
the
rehabilitation
’
s
too
complete
!
You
make
me
seem
—
to
myself
even
—
what
I
’
m
not
;
what
I
can
never
be
.
I
can
’
t
,
at
times
,
defend
myself
from
the
delusion
;
but
I
can
at
least
enlighten
others
.
”
The
flood
was
loosened
,
and
kneeling
by
her
he
caught
her
hands
.
“
Don
’
t
you
see
that
it
’
s
become
an
obsession
with
me
?
That
if
I
could
strip
myself
down
to
the
last
lie
—
only
there
’
d
always
be
another
one
left
under
it
!
—
and
do
penance
naked
in
the
market
-
place
,
I
should
at
least
have
the
relief
of
easing
one
anguish
by
another
?
Don
’
t
you
see
that
the
worst
of
my
torture
is
the
impossibility
of
such
amends
?
”
Her
hands
lay
in
his
without
returning
pressure
.
“
Ah
,
poor
woman
,
poor
woman
,
”
he
heard
her
sigh
.
“
Don
’
t
pity
her
,
pity
me
!
What
have
I
done
to
her
or
to
you
,
after
all
?
You
’
re
both
inaccessible
!
It
was
myself
I
sold
.
”
He
took
an
abrupt
turn
away
from
her
;
then
halted
before
her
again
.
“
How
much
longer
,
”
he
burst
out
,
“
do
you
suppose
you
can
stand
it
?
You
’
ve
been
magnificent
,
you
’
ve
been
inspired
,
but
what
’
s
the
use
?
You
can
’
t
wipe
out
the
ignominy
of
it
.
It
’
s
miserable
for
you
and
it
does
her
no
good
!
”
She
lifted
a
vivid
face
.
“
That
’
s
the
thought
I
can
’
t
bear
!
”
she
cried
.
“
What
thought
?
”
“
That
it
does
her
no
good
—
all
you
’
re
feeling
,
all
you
’
re
suffering
.
Can
it
be
that
it
makes
no
difference
?
”
