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A
curious
look
came
into
her
eyes
--
a
far-away
strained
look
of
hungry
yearning
,
mingled
,
as
I
thought
,
with
compassion
for
me
.
"
Yes
,
it
is
there
!
"
she
answered
slowly
--
"
And
it
is
of
our
own
mutual
creation
.
I
believe
you
have
something
nobler
in
your
nature
,
Geoffrey
,
than
I
have
in
mine
--
an
indefinable
something
that
recoils
from
me
and
my
theories
despite
your
wish
and
will
.
Perhaps
if
you
had
given
way
to
that
feeling
in
time
,
you
would
never
have
married
me
.
You
speak
of
the
loveliest
side
of
love
--
to
me
there
is
no
lovely
side
--
it
is
all
coarse
and
horrible
!
You
and
I
for
instance
--
cultured
man
and
woman
--
we
can
not
,
in
marriage
,
get
a
flight
beyond
the
common
emotions
of
Hodge
and
his
girl
!
"
She
laughed
violently
,
and
shuddered
in
my
arms
.
"
What
liars
the
poets
are
,
Geoffrey
!
They
ought
to
be
sentenced
to
life-long
imprisonment
for
their
perjuries
!
They
help
to
mould
the
credulous
beliefs
of
a
woman
's
heart
;
--
in
her
early
youth
she
reads
their
delicious
assurances
,
and
imagines
that
love
will
be
all
they
teach
--
a
thing
divine
and
lasting
beyond
earthly
countings
;
--
then
comes
the
coarse
finger
of
prose
on
the
butterfly-wing
of
poesy
,
and
the
bitterness
and
hideousness
of
complete
disillusion
!
"
I
held
her
still
in
my
arms
with
the
fierce
grasp
of
a
man
clinging
to
a
spar
ere
he
drowns
in
mid-ocean
.
"
But
I
love
you
Sibyl
!
--
--
my
wife
,
I
love
you
!
"
I
said
,
with
a
passion
that
choked
my
utterance
.
"
You
love
me
--
yes
,
I
know
,
but
how
?
In
a
way
that
is
abhorrent
to
yourself
!
"
she
replied
--
"
It
is
not
poetic
love
--
it
is
man
's
love
,
and
man
's
love
is
brute
love
.
So
it
is
--
so
it
will
be
--
so
it
must
be
.
Moreover
the
brute-love
soon
tires
--
and
when
it
dies
out
from
satiety
there
is
nothing
left
.
Nothing
,
Geoffrey
--
absolutely
nothing
but
a
blank
and
civil
form
of
intercourse
,
which
I
do
not
doubt
we
shall
be
able
to
keep
up
for
the
admiration
and
comment
of
society
!
"
She
disengaged
herself
from
my
embrace
,
and
moved
towards
the
house
.
"
Come
!
"
she
added
,
turning
her
exquisite
head
back
over
her
shoulder
with
a
feline
caressing
grace
that
she
alone
possessed
,
"
You
know
there
is
a
famous
lady
in
London
who
advertizes
her
saleable
charms
to
the
outside
public
by
means
of
her
monogram
worked
into
the
lace
of
all
her
window-blinds
,
thinking
it
no
doubt
good
for
trade
!
I
am
not
quite
so
bad
as
that
!
You
have
paid
dearly
for
me
I
know
;
--
but
remember
I
as
yet
wear
no
jewels
but
yours
,
and
crave
no
gifts
beyond
those
you
are
generous
enough
to
bestow
--
and
my
dutiful
desire
is
to
give
you
as
much
full
value
as
I
can
for
your
money
.
"
"
Sibyl
,
you
kill
me
!
"
I
cried
,
tortured
beyond
endurance
,
"
Do
you
think
me
so
base
--
--
"
