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"
No
,
I
do
not
forget
them
,
"
--
she
returned
--
"
But
--
I
forgive
them
!
They
can
do
me
no
harm
.
As
long
as
I
do
not
lower
myself
,
no
one
else
can
lower
me
.
If
my
own
conscience
is
clear
,
no
reproaches
can
wound
.
My
life
is
open
to
all
--
people
can
see
how
I
live
,
and
what
I
do
.
I
try
to
do
well
--
but
if
there
are
those
who
think
I
do
ill
,
I
am
sorry
--
and
if
my
faults
can
be
amended
I
shall
be
glad
to
amend
them
.
One
must
have
enemies
in
this
world
--
that
is
,
if
one
makes
any
sort
of
position
--
people
without
enemies
are
generally
nonentities
.
All
who
succeed
in
winning
some
little
place
of
independence
must
expect
the
grudging
enmity
of
hundreds
who
can
not
find
even
the
smallest
foothold
,
and
are
therefore
failures
in
the
battle
of
life
--
I
pity
these
sincerely
,
and
when
they
say
or
write
cruel
things
of
me
,
I
know
it
is
only
spleen
and
disappointment
that
moves
both
their
tongues
and
pens
,
and
freely
pardon
them
.
They
can
not
hurt
or
hinder
me
--
in
fact
,
no
one
can
hurt
or
hinder
me
but
myself
.
"
I
heard
the
trees
rustle
slightly
--
a
branch
cracked
--
and
peering
through
the
leaves
,
I
saw
that
Lucio
had
advanced
a
step
closer
to
where
Mavis
stood
.
A
faint
smile
was
on
his
face
,
softening
it
wonderfully
and
giving
an
almost
supernatural
light
to
his
beautiful
dark
features
.
"
Fair
philosopher
,
you
are
almost
a
feminine
Marcus
Aurelius
in
your
estimate
of
men
and
things
!
"
--
he
said
;
"
But
--
you
are
still
a
woman
--
and
there
is
one
thing
lacking
to
your
life
of
sublime
and
calm
contentment
--
a
thing
at
whose
touch
philosophy
fails
,
and
wisdom
withers
at
its
root
.
Love
,
Mavis
Clare
!
--
lover
's
love
--
devoted
love
,
blindly
passionate
--
this
has
not
been
yours
as
yet
to
win
!
No
heart
beats
against
your
own
--
no
tender
arms
caress
you
--
you
are
alone
.
Men
are
for
the
most
part
afraid
of
you
--
being
brute
fools
themselves
,
they
like
their
women
to
be
brute
fools
also
--
and
they
grudge
you
your
keen
intellect
--
your
serene
independence
.
Yet
which
is
best
?
--
the
adoration
of
a
brute
fool
,
or
the
loneliness
pertaining
to
a
spirit
aloft
on
some
snowy
mountain-peak
,
with
no
companions
but
the
stars
?
Think
of
it
!
--
the
years
will
pass
,
and
you
must
needs
grow
old
--
and
with
the
years
will
come
that
solitary
neglect
which
makes
age
bitter
.
Now
,
you
will
doubtless
wonder
at
my
words
--
yet
believe
me
I
speak
the
truth
when
I
say
that
I
can
give
you
love
--
not
my
love
,
for
I
love
none
--
but
I
can
bring
to
your
feet
the
proudest
men
in
any
country
of
the
world
as
suitors
for
your
hand
.
You
shall
have
your
choice
of
them
,
and
your
own
time
for
choosing
--
and
whomsoever
you
love
,
him
you
shall
wed
,
...
why
--
what
is
wrong
with
you
that
you
shrink
from
me
thus
?
"
For
she
had
retreated
,
and
was
gazing
at
him
in
a
kind
of
horror
.
"
You
terrify
me
!
"
she
faltered
--
and
as
the
moonlight
fell
upon
her
I
could
see
that
she
was
very
pale
--
"
Such
promises
are
incredible
--
impossible
!
You
speak
as
if
you
were
more
than
human
!
I
do
not
understand
you
,
Prince
Rimânez
--
you
are
different
to
anyone
I
ever
met
,
and
...
and
...
something
in
me
stronger
than
myself
warns
me
against
you
.
What
are
you
?
--
why
do
you
talk
to
me
so
strangely
?
Pardon
me
if
I
seem
ungrateful
...
,
oh
,
let
us
go
in
--
it
is
getting
quite
late
I
am
sure
,
and
I
am
cold
...
"
She
trembled
violently
,
and
caught
at
the
branch
of
a
tree
to
steady
herself
--
Rimânez
stood
immovably
still
,
regarding
her
with
a
fixed
and
almost
mournful
gaze
.
"
You
say
my
life
is
lonely
,
"
--
she
went
on
reluctantly
and
with
a
note
of
pathos
in
her
sweet
voice
--
"
and
you
suggest
love
and
marriage
as
the
only
joys
that
can
make
a
woman
happy
.
You
may
be
right
.
I
do
not
presume
to
assert
that
you
are
wrong
.
I
have
many
married
women-friends
--
but
I
would
not
change
my
lot
with
any
one
of
them
.
I
have
dreamed
of
love
--
but
because
I
have
not
realized
my
dream
I
am
not
the
less
content
.
If
it
is
God
's
will
that
I
should
be
alone
all
my
days
,
I
shall
not
murmur
,
for
my
solitude
is
not
actual
loneliness
.
Work
is
a
good
comrade
--
then
I
have
books
,
and
flowers
and
birds
--
I
am
never
really
lonely
.
And
that
I
shall
fully
realize
my
dream
of
love
one
day
I
am
sure
--
if
not
here
,
then
hereafter
.
I
can
wait
!
"
As
she
spoke
,
she
looked
up
to
the
placid
heavens
where
one
or
two
stars
twinkled
through
the
arching
boughs
--
her
face
expressed
angelic
confidence
and
perfect
peace
--
and
Rimânez
advancing
a
step
or
two
,
fully
confronted
her
with
a
strange
light
of
exultation
in
his
eyes
.
