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She
sat
and
listened
,
with
open
mouth
,
pale
,
frightened
,
her
shining
eyes
completely
bewildered
.
I
desired
to
make
it
good
again
,
to
disperse
the
sad
impression
I
had
made
,
and
I
pulled
myself
up
.
"
Well
,
it
is
all
over
now
!
"
I
said
;
"
there
can
be
no
talk
of
such
a
thing
happening
again
;
I
am
saved
now
...
.
"
But
she
was
much
dispirited
.
"
The
Lord
preserve
me
!
"
was
all
she
said
,
then
kept
silent
.
She
repeated
this
at
short
intervals
,
and
kept
silent
after
each
"
the
Lord
preserve
me
.
"
I
began
to
jest
,
caught
hold
of
her
,
tried
to
tickle
her
,
lifted
her
up
to
my
breast
.
I
was
irritated
not
a
little
--
indeed
,
downright
hurt
.
Was
I
more
unworthy
in
her
eyes
now
,
than
if
I
had
myself
been
instrumental
in
causing
the
falling
out
of
my
hair
?
Would
she
have
thought
more
of
me
if
I
had
made
myself
out
to
be
a
roué
?
...
No
nonsense
now
;
...
it
was
just
a
matter
of
going
at
it
;
and
if
it
was
only
just
a
matter
of
going
at
it
,
so
,
by
the
living
...
"
No
;
...
what
do
you
want
?
"
she
queried
,
and
she
added
these
distressing
words
,
"
I
ca
n't
be
sure
that
you
are
not
insane
!
"
I
checked
myself
involuntarily
,
and
I
said
:
"
You
do
n't
mean
that
!
"
"
Indeed
,
God
knows
I
do
!
you
look
so
strangely
.
And
the
forenoon
you
followed
me
--
after
all
,
you
were
n't
tipsy
that
time
?
"
"
No
;
but
I
was
n't
hungry
then
,
either
;
I
had
just
eaten
...
.
"
"
Yes
;
but
that
made
it
so
much
the
worse
.
"
