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My
face
must
have
shown
him
I
believed
him
utterly
;
yet
my
hands
--
but
it
was
for
pure
tenderness
--
shook
him
as
if
to
ask
him
why
,
if
it
was
all
for
nothing
,
he
had
condemned
me
to
months
of
torment
.
"
What
then
did
you
do
?
"
He
looked
in
vague
pain
all
round
the
top
of
the
room
and
drew
his
breath
,
two
or
three
times
over
,
as
if
with
difficulty
.
He
might
have
been
standing
at
the
bottom
of
the
sea
and
raising
his
eyes
to
some
faint
green
twilight
.
"
Well
--
I
said
things
.
"
"
Only
that
?
"
"
They
thought
it
was
enough
!
"
"
To
turn
you
out
for
?
"
Never
,
truly
,
had
a
person
"
turned
out
"
shown
so
little
to
explain
it
as
this
little
person
!
He
appeared
to
weigh
my
question
,
but
in
a
manner
quite
detached
and
almost
helpless
.
"
Well
,
I
suppose
I
ought
n't
.
"
"
But
to
whom
did
you
say
them
?
"
He
evidently
tried
to
remember
,
but
it
dropped
--
he
had
lost
it
.
"
I
do
n't
know
!
"
He
almost
smiled
at
me
in
the
desolation
of
his
surrender
,
which
was
indeed
practically
,
by
this
time
,
so
complete
that
I
ought
to
have
left
it
there
.
But
I
was
infatuated
--
I
was
blind
with
victory
,
though
even
then
the
very
effect
that
was
to
have
brought
him
so
much
nearer
was
already
that
of
added
separation
.
"
Was
it
to
everyone
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
;
it
was
only
to
--
"
But
he
gave
a
sick
little
headshake
.
"
I
do
n't
remember
their
names
.
"
