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"
Of
course
you
can
not
!
"
she
responded
tranquilly
,
her
eyes
resting
upon
me
with
a
curious
expression
,
as
we
paused
for
an
instant
under
the
deep
shade
of
a
chestnut
tree
before
entering
our
own
grounds
--
"
I
never
supposed
you
could
,
and
unlike
the
ordinary
femme
incomprise
,
I
have
never
blamed
you
for
your
want
of
comprehension
.
It
has
taken
me
some
time
to
understand
myself
,
and
even
now
I
am
not
quite
sure
that
I
have
gauged
the
depths
or
shallownesses
of
my
own
nature
correctly
.
But
on
this
matter
of
Mavis
Clare
,
can
you
not
imagine
that
badness
may
hate
goodness
?
That
the
confirmed
drunkard
may
hate
the
sober
citizen
?
That
the
outcast
may
hate
the
innocent
maiden
?
And
that
it
is
possible
that
I
--
reading
life
as
I
do
,
and
finding
it
loathsome
in
many
of
its
aspects
--
distrusting
men
and
women
utterly
--
and
being
destitute
of
any
faith
in
God
--
may
hate
--
yes
hate
,
"
--
and
she
clenched
her
hand
on
a
tuft
of
drooping
leaves
and
scattered
the
green
fragments
at
her
feet
--
"
a
woman
who
finds
life
beautiful
,
and
God
existent
--
who
takes
no
part
in
our
social
shams
and
slanders
--
and
who
in
place
of
my
self-torturing
spirit
of
analysis
,
has
secured
an
enviable
fame
and
the
honour
of
thousands
,
allied
to
a
serene
content
?
Why
it
would
be
something
worth
living
for
,
to
make
such
a
woman
wretched
for
once
in
her
life
!
--
but
,
as
she
is
constituted
,
it
is
impossible
to
do
it
.
"
She
turned
from
me
and
walked
slowly
onward
--
I
following
in
a
pained
silence
.
"
If
you
do
not
mean
to
be
her
friend
,
you
should
tell
her
so
,
"
--
I
said
presently
--
"
You
heard
what
she
said
about
pretended
protestations
of
regard
?
"
"
I
heard
,
"
--
she
replied
morosely
--
"
She
is
a
clever
woman
,
Geoffrey
,
and
you
may
trust
her
to
find
me
out
without
any
explanation
!
"
As
she
said
this
,
I
raised
my
eyes
and
looked
full
at
her
--
her
exceeding
beauty
was
becoming
almost
an
agony
to
my
sight
,
and
in
a
sudden
fool
's
paroxysm
of
despair
I
exclaimed
--
"
O
Sibyl
,
Sibyl
!
Why
were
you
made
as
you
are
!
"
"
Ah
,
why
indeed
!
"
she
rejoined
,
with
a
faint
mocking
smile
--
"
And
why
,
being
made
as
I
am
,
was
I
born
an
Earl
's
daughter
?
If
I
had
been
a
drab
of
the
street
,
I
should
have
been
in
my
proper
place
--
and
novels
would
have
been
written
about
me
,
and
plays
--
and
I
might
have
become
such
a
heroine
as
should
cause
all
good
men
to
weep
for
joy
because
of
my
generosity
in
encouraging
their
vices
!
But
as
an
Earl
's
daughter
,
respectably
married
to
a
millionaire
,
am
a
mistake
of
nature
.
Yet
nature
does
make
mistakes
sometimes
Geoffrey
,
and
when
she
does
they
are
generally
irremediable
!
"
We
had
now
reached
our
own
grounds
,
and
I
walked
,
in
miserable
mood
,
beside
her
across
the
lawn
towards
the
house
.
"
Sibyl
,
"
--
I
said
at
last
--
"
I
had
hoped
you
and
Mavis
Clare
might
be
friends
.
"
