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"
You
flatter
me
!
"
he
said
--
"
I
regret
I
am
unable
to
return
the
compliment
!
"
My
heart
gave
a
throb
of
relief
and
fierce
joy
--
almost
I
could
have
joined
in
his
ironical
laughter
.
She
--
Sibyl
--
dragged
herself
nearer
to
him
.
"
Lucio
--
Lucio
!
"
she
murmured
--
"
Have
you
a
heart
?
Can
you
reject
me
when
I
pray
to
you
thus
?
--
when
I
offer
you
all
myself
--
all
that
I
am
,
or
ever
hope
to
be
?
Am
I
so
repugnant
to
you
?
Many
men
would
give
their
lives
if
I
would
say
to
them
what
I
say
to
you
--
but
they
are
nothing
to
me
--
you
alone
are
my
world
--
the
breath
of
my
existence
!
--
ah
,
Lucio
,
can
you
not
believe
,
will
you
not
realize
how
deeply
I
love
you
!
"
He
turned
towards
her
with
a
sudden
fierce
movement
that
startled
me
--
and
the
cloud
of
scorn
upon
his
brows
grew
darker
.
For
one
instant
we
all
three
stood
facing
each
other
--
I
breathless
and
mad
with
fury
--
Lucio
calm
and
disdainful
--
my
wife
staggering
back
from
me
,
half-swooning
with
fear
.
In
an
access
of
black
rage
,
I
rushed
upon
her
and
seized
her
in
my
arms
.
"
I
have
heard
you
!
"
I
said
--
"
I
have
seen
you
!
I
have
watched
you
kneel
before
my
true
friend
,
my
loyal
comrade
there
,
and
try
your
best
to
make
him
as
vile
as
yourself
!
I
am
that
poor
fool
,
your
husband
--
that
blind
egoist
whose
confidence
you
sought
to
win
--
and
to
betray
!
I
am
the
unhappy
wretch
whose
surplus
of
world
's
cash
has
bought
for
him
in
marriage
a
shameless
courtezan
!
You
dare
to
talk
of
love
?
You
profane
its
very
name
!
Good
God
!
--
what
are
such
women
as
you
made
of
?
You
throw
yourselves
into
our
arms
--
you
demand
our
care
--
you
exact
our
respect
--
you
tempt
our
senses
--
you
win
our
hearts
--
and
then
you
make
fools
of
us
all
!
Fools
,
and
worse
than
fools
--
you
make
us
men
without
feeling
,
conscience
,
faith
,
or
pity
!
If
we
become
criminals
,
what
wonder
!
If
we
do
things
that
shame
our
sex
,
is
it
not
because
you
set
us
the
example
?
God
--
God
!
I
,
who
loved
you
--
yes
,
loved
you
in
spite
of
all
that
my
marriage
with
you
taught
me
--
I
,
who
would
have
died
to
save
you
from
a
shadow
of
suspicion
--
I
am
the
one
out
of
all
the
world
you
choose
to
murder
by
your
treachery
!
"
I
loosened
my
grasp
of
her
--
she
recovered
her
self-possession
by
an
effort
,
and
looked
at
me
straightly
with
cold
unfeeling
eyes
.
"
What
did
you
marry
me
for
?
"
she
demanded
--
"
For
my
sake
or
your
own
?
"
I
was
silent
--
too
choked
with
wrath
and
pain
to
speak
.
All
I
could
do
was
to
hold
out
my
hand
to
Lucio
,
who
grasped
it
with
a
cordial
and
sympathetic
pressure
.
Yet
...
I
fancied
he
smiled
!
"
Was
it
because
you
desired
to
make
me
happy
out
of
pure
love
for
me
?
"
pursued
Sibyl
--
"
Or
because
you
wished
to
add
dignity
to
your
own
position
by
wedding
the
daughter
of
an
Earl
?
Your
motives
were
not
unselfish
--
you
chose
me
simply
because
I
was
the
'
beauty
'
of
the
day
whom
London
men
stared
at
and
talked
of
--
and
because
it
gave
you
a
certain
'
prestige
'
to
have
me
for
your
wife
,
in
the
same
way
as
it
gave
you
a
footing
with
Royalty
to
be
the
owner
of
the
Derby-winner
.
I
told
you
honestly
what
I
was
before
our
marriage
--
it
made
no
effect
upon
your
vanity
and
egoism
.
I
never
loved
you
--
I
could
not
love
you
,
and
I
told
you
so
.
You
have
heard
,
so
you
say
,
all
that
has
passed
between
me
and
Lucio
--
therefore
you
know
why
I
married
you
.
I
state
it
boldly
to
your
face
--
it
was
that
I
might
have
your
intimate
friend
for
my
lover
.
That
you
should
pretend
to
be
scandalized
at
this
is
absurd
;
it
is
a
common
position
of
things
in
France
,
and
is
becoming
equally
common
in
England
.
