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She
looked
at
me
in
deep
compassion
,
and
slowly
turned
to
go
.
"
God
help
you
!
"
she
said
sobbingly
--
"
God
console
you
!
"
At
this
,
some
demon
in
me
broke
loose
,
and
springing
to
her
side
I
caught
her
hands
in
mine
.
"
Do
not
dare
to
talk
of
God
!
"
I
said
in
passionate
accents
;
"
Not
in
this
room
--
not
in
that
presence
!
Why
should
you
call
curses
down
upon
me
?
The
help
of
God
means
punishment
--
the
consolations
of
God
are
terrible
!
For
strength
must
acknowledge
itself
weak
before
He
will
help
it
--
and
a
heart
must
be
broken
before
He
will
console
it
!
But
what
do
I
say
!
--
I
believe
in
no
God
--
!
I
believe
in
an
unknown
Force
that
encompasses
me
and
hunts
me
down
to
the
grave
,
but
nothing
more
.
She
thought
as
I
do
--
and
with
reason
--
for
what
has
God
done
for
her
?
She
was
made
evil
from
the
first
--
a
born
snare
of
Satan
...
"
Something
caught
my
breath
here
--
I
stopped
,
unable
to
utter
another
word
.
Mavis
stared
at
me
affrighted
,
and
I
stared
back
again
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
she
whispered
alarmedly
.
I
struggled
to
speak
--
finally
,
with
difficulty
I
answered
her
--
"
Nothing
!
"
And
I
motioned
her
away
with
a
gesture
of
entreaty
.
The
expression
of
my
face
must
have
startled
or
intimidated
her
I
fancy
,
for
she
retreated
hastily
and
I
watched
her
disappearing
as
if
she
were
the
phantom
of
a
dream
--
then
,
as
she
passed
out
through
the
boudoir
,
I
drew
close
the
velvet
portiére
behind
her
and
locked
the
intermediate
door
.
This
done
I
went
slowly
back
to
the
side
of
my
dead
wife
.
"
Now
Sibyl
,
"
--
I
said
aloud
--
"
we
are
alone
,
you
and
I
--
alone
with
our
own
reflected
images
--
you
dead
,
and
I
living
!
You
have
no
terrors
for
me
in
your
present
condition
--
your
beauty
has
gone
.
