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"
Never
.
"
Then
suddenly
,
going
dead
in
his
arms
,
"
But
things
were
done
to
me
.
"
"
By
whom
?
"
"
By
various
.
"
Now
she
lay
perfectly
quietly
and
as
though
her
body
were
dead
and
turned
her
head
away
from
him
.
"
Now
you
will
not
love
me
.
"
"
I
love
you
,
"
he
said
.
But
something
had
happened
to
him
and
she
knew
it
.
"
No
,
"
she
said
and
her
voice
had
gone
dead
and
flat
.
"
Thou
wilt
not
love
me
.
But
perhaps
thou
wilt
take
me
to
the
home
.
And
I
will
go
to
the
home
and
I
will
never
be
thy
woman
nor
anything
.
"
"
I
love
thee
,
Maria
.
"
