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"
Oh
,
do
anything
!
save
her
!
"
Then
going
back
to
her
,
he
sank
upon
the
carpet
,
and
lay
there
with
his
head
leaning
against
the
edge
of
her
bed
,
sobbing
.
"
Do
n't
cry
,
"
she
said
to
him
.
"
Soon
I
shall
not
trouble
you
any
more
.
"
"
Why
was
it
?
Who
drove
you
to
it
?
"
She
replied
.
"
It
had
to
be
,
my
dear
!
"
"
Were
n't
you
happy
?
Is
it
my
fault
?
I
did
all
I
could
!
"
"
Yes
,
that
is
true
--
you
are
good
--
you
.
"
And
she
passed
her
hand
slowly
over
his
hair
.
The
sweetness
of
this
sensation
deepened
his
sadness
;
he
felt
his
whole
being
dissolving
in
despair
at
the
thought
that
he
must
lose
her
,
just
when
she
was
confessing
more
love
for
him
than
ever
.
And
he
could
think
of
nothing
;
he
did
not
know
,
he
did
not
dare
;
the
urgent
need
for
some
immediate
resolution
gave
the
finishing
stroke
to
the
turmoil
of
his
mind
.
So
she
had
done
,
she
thought
,
with
all
the
treachery
;
and
meanness
,
and
numberless
desires
that
had
tortured
her
.
She
hated
no
one
now
;
a
twilight
dimness
was
settling
upon
her
thoughts
,
and
,
of
all
earthly
noises
,
Emma
heard
none
but
the
intermittent
lamentations
of
this
poor
heart
,
sweet
and
indistinct
like
the
echo
of
a
symphony
dying
away
.
