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"
I
would
take
poison
from
your
hand
!
"
I
answered
recklessly
--
"
Why
do
n't
you
mix
that
for
me
?
--
and
then
,
...
then
I
should
sleep
indeed
--
and
forget
this
horrible
night
!
"
"
No
--
unfortunately
you
would
not
forget
!
"
he
said
,
going
to
his
dressing-case
and
taking
out
a
small
white
powder
which
he
dissolved
gradually
in
a
glass
of
water
--
"
That
is
the
worst
of
what
people
call
dying
.
I
must
instruct
you
in
a
little
science
by-and-by
,
to
distract
your
thoughts
.
The
scientific
part
of
death
--
the
business
that
goes
on
behind
the
scenes
you
know
--
will
interest
you
very
much
--
it
is
highly
instructive
,
particularly
that
section
of
it
which
I
am
entitled
to
call
the
regeneration
of
atoms
.
The
brain-cells
are
atoms
,
and
within
these
,
are
other
atoms
called
memories
,
curiously
vital
and
marvellously
prolific
!
Drink
this
,
"
--
and
he
handed
me
the
mixture
he
had
prepared
--
"
For
temporary
purposes
it
is
much
better
than
death
--
because
it
does
numb
and
paralyse
the
conscious
atoms
for
a
little
while
,
whereas
death
only
liberates
them
to
a
larger
and
more
obstinate
vitality
.
"
I
was
too
self-absorbed
to
heed
or
understand
his
words
,
but
I
drank
what
he
gave
me
submissively
and
returned
the
glass
--
he
still
watched
me
closely
for
about
a
minute
.
Then
he
opened
the
door
of
the
apartment
which
adjoined
his
own
.
"
Throw
yourself
on
that
bed
and
close
your
eyes
,
"
--
he
continued
in
somewhat
peremptory
accents
--
"
Till
morning
breaks
I
give
you
a
respite
--
"
and
he
smiled
strangely
--
"
both
from
dreams
and
memories
!
Plunge
into
Oblivion
,
my
friend
!
--
brief
as
it
is
and
as
it
must
ever
be
,
it
is
sweet
!
--
even
to
a
millionaire
!
"
The
ironical
tone
of
his
voice
vexed
me
--
I
looked
at
him
half
reproachfully
,
and
saw
his
proud
beautiful
face
,
pale
as
marble
,
clear-cut
as
a
cameo
,
soften
as
I
met
his
eyes
--
I
felt
he
was
sorry
for
me
despite
his
love
of
satire
--
and
grasping
his
hand
I
pressed
it
fervently
without
offering
any
other
reply
Then
,
going
into
the
next
room
as
he
bade
me
,
I
lay
down
,
and
falling
asleep
almost
instantly
,
I
remembered
no
more
.
With
the
morning
came
full
consciousness
;
I
realized
bitterly
all
that
had
happened
,
but
I
was
no
longer
inclined
to
bemoan
my
fate
.
My
senses
were
stricken
,
as
it
seemed
,
too
numb
and
rigid
for
any
further
outbreak
of
passion
.
A
hard
callousness
took
the
place
of
outraged
feeling
;
and
though
despair
was
in
my
heart
,
my
mind
was
made
up
to
one
stern
resolve
--
I
would
look
upon
Sibyl
no
more
.
Never
again
should
that
fair
face
,
the
deceitful
mask
of
a
false
nature
,
tempt
my
sight
and
move
me
to
pity
or
forgiveness
--
that
I
determined
.
Leaving
the
room
in
which
I
had
passed
the
night
,
I
went
to
my
study
and
wrote
the
following
letter
;
--
Sibyl
.
After
the
degrading
and
disgraceful
scene
of
last
night
you
must
be
aware
that
any
further
intercourse
between
us
is
impossible
.
Prince
Rimânez
and
I
are
leaving
for
London
;
we
shall
not
return
.
You
can
continue
to
reside
at
Willowsmere
--
the
house
is
yours
--
and
the
half
of
my
fortune
unconditionally
settled
upon
you
on
our
marriage-day
will
enable
you
to
keep
up
the
fashions
of
your
'
set
,
'
and
live
with
that
luxury
and
extravagance
you
deem
necessary
to
an
'
aristocratic
'
position
.
I
have
decided
to
travel
--
and
I
intend
to
make
such
arrangements
as
may
prevent
,
if
possible
,
our
ever
meeting
again
--
though
I
shall
of
course
do
my
best
for
my
own
sake
,
to
avoid
any
scandal
.
To
reproach
you
for
your
conduct
would
be
useless
;
you
are
lost
to
all
sense
of
shame
.
