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"
Hush
,
"
he
said
,
disentangling
her
frantic
grip
and
pulling
a
clean
handkerchief
from
his
pocket
.
"
Wipe
your
face
.
There
is
no
sense
in
your
tearing
yourself
to
pieces
this
way
.
"
She
took
the
handkerchief
and
wiped
her
damp
cheeks
,
a
little
relief
stealing
over
her
as
if
she
had
shifted
some
of
her
burden
to
his
broad
shoulders
.
He
looked
so
capable
and
calm
and
even
the
slight
twist
of
his
mouth
was
comforting
as
though
it
proved
her
agony
and
confusion
unwarranted
.
"
Feel
better
now
?
Then
let
's
get
to
the
bottom
of
this
.
You
say
if
you
had
it
to
do
over
again
,
you
'd
do
it
differently
.
But
would
you
?
Think
,
now
.
Would
you
?
"
"
Well
--
"
"
No
,
you
'd
do
the
same
things
again
.
Did
you
have
any
other
choice
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Then
what
are
you
sorry
about
?
"
"
I
was
so
mean
and
now
he
's
dead
.
"
"
And
if
he
was
n't
dead
,
you
'd
still
be
mean
.
As
I
understand
it
,
you
are
not
really
sorry
for
marrying
Frank
and
bullying
him
and
inadvertently
causing
his
death
.
You
are
only
sorry
because
you
are
afraid
of
going
to
hell
.
Is
that
right
?
"
