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She
seemed
resolved
to
let
him
go
on
speaking
without
interruption
.
Crossing
her
arms
and
bending
down
her
face
,
she
looked
at
the
rosettes
on
her
slippers
,
and
at
intervals
made
little
movements
inside
the
satin
of
them
with
her
toes
.
At
last
she
sighed
.
"
But
the
most
wretched
thing
,
is
it
not
--
is
to
drag
out
,
as
I
do
,
a
useless
existence
.
If
our
pains
were
only
of
some
use
to
someone
,
we
should
find
consolation
in
the
thought
of
the
sacrifice
.
"
He
started
off
in
praise
of
virtue
,
duty
,
and
silent
immolation
,
having
himself
an
incredible
longing
for
self-sacrifice
that
he
could
not
satisfy
.
"
I
should
much
like
,
"
she
said
,
"
to
be
a
nurse
at
a
hospital
.
"
"
Alas
!
men
have
none
of
these
holy
missions
,
and
I
see
nowhere
any
calling
--
unless
perhaps
that
of
a
doctor
.
"
With
a
slight
shrug
of
her
shoulders
,
Emma
interrupted
him
to
speak
of
her
illness
,
which
had
almost
killed
her
.
What
a
pity
!
She
should
not
be
suffering
now
!
Leon
at
once
envied
the
calm
of
the
tomb
,
and
one
evening
he
had
even
made
his
will
,
asking
to
be
buried
in
that
beautiful
rug
with
velvet
stripes
he
had
received
from
her
.
For
this
was
how
they
would
have
wished
to
be
,
each
setting
up
an
ideal
to
which
they
were
now
adapting
their
past
life
.
Besides
,
speech
is
a
rolling-mill
that
always
thins
out
the
sentiment
.
But
at
this
invention
of
the
rug
she
asked
,
"
But
why
?
"
"
Why
?
"
He
hesitated
.
"
Because
I
loved
you
so
!
"
And
congratulating
himself
at
having
surmounted
the
difficulty
,
Leon
watched
her
face
out
of
the
corner
of
his
eyes
.
