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"
Oh
,
is
n't
it
?
"
she
blazed
,
trying
to
overcome
the
emotion
that
was
rising
in
herself
.
The
calmness
of
him
stirred
up
memories
of
the
past
.
"
Well
,
you
keep
your
sympathy
for
yourself
.
I
do
n't
need
it
.
I
will
get
along
.
I
wish
you
would
n't
talk
to
me
.
"
She
shoved
her
plate
away
with
such
force
that
she
upset
a
glass
in
which
was
champagne
,
the
wine
making
a
frayed
,
yellowish
splotch
on
the
white
linen
,
and
,
rising
,
hurried
toward
the
door
.
She
was
choking
with
anger
,
pain
,
shame
,
regret
.
"
Aileen
!
Aileen
!
"
he
called
,
hurrying
after
her
,
regardless
of
the
butler
,
who
,
hearing
the
sound
of
stirring
chairs
,
had
entered
.
These
family
woes
were
an
old
story
to
him
.
"
It
's
love
you
want
--
not
revenge
.
I
know
--
I
can
tell
.
You
want
to
be
loved
by
some
one
completely
.
I
'm
sorry
.
You
must
n't
be
too
hard
on
me
.
I
sha
'n'
t
be
on
you
.
"
He
seized
her
by
the
arm
and
detained
her
as
they
entered
the
next
room
By
this
time
Aileen
was
too
ablaze
with
emotion
to
talk
sensibly
or
understand
what
he
was
doing
.
"
Let
me
go
!
"
she
exclaimed
,
angrily
,
hot
tears
in
her
eyes
.
"
Let
me
go
!
I
tell
you
I
do
n't
love
you
any
more
.
I
tell
you
I
hate
you
!
"
She
flung
herself
loose
and
stood
erect
before
him
.
"
I
do
n't
want
you
to
talk
to
me
!
I
do
n't
want
you
to
speak
to
me
!
You
're
the
cause
of
all
my
troubles
.
You
're
the
cause
of
whatever
I
do
,
when
I
do
it
,
and
do
n't
you
dare
to
deny
it
!
You
'll
see
!
You
'll
see
!
I
'll
show
you
what
I
'll
do
!
"
She
twisted
and
turned
,
but
he
held
her
firmly
until
,
in
his
strong
grasp
,
as
usual
,
she
collapsed
and
began
to
cry
.
"
Oh
,
I
cry
,
"
she
declared
,
even
in
her
tears
,
"
but
it
will
be
just
the
same
.
It
's
too
late
!
too
late
!
"
The
stoic
Cowperwood
,
listening
to
the
blare
and
excitement
that
went
with
the
fall
campaign
,
was
much
more
pained
to
learn
of
Aileen
's
desertion
than
to
know
that
he
had
arrayed
a
whole
social
element
against
himself
in
Chicago
.
He
could
not
forget
the
wonder
of
those
first
days
when
Aileen
was
young
,
and
love
and
hope
had
been
the
substance
of
her
being
.
The
thought
ran
through
all
his
efforts
and
cogitations
like
a
distantly
orchestrated
undertone
.
In
the
main
,
in
spite
of
his
activity
,
he
was
an
introspective
man
,
and
art
,
drama
,
and
the
pathos
of
broken
ideals
were
not
beyond
him
.
He
harbored
in
no
way
any
grudge
against
Aileen
--
only
a
kind
of
sorrow
over
the
inevitable
consequences
of
his
own
ungovernable
disposition
,
the
will
to
freedom
within
himself
.
Change
!
Change
!
the
inevitable
passing
of
things
!
Who
parts
with
a
perfect
thing
,
even
if
no
more
than
an
unreasoning
love
,
without
a
touch
of
self-pity
?
But
there
followed
swiftly
the
sixth
of
November
,
with
its
election
,
noisy
and
irrational
,
and
the
latter
resulted
in
a
resounding
defeat
.
Out
of
the
thirty-two
Democratic
aldermen
nominated
only
ten
were
elected
,
giving
the
opposition
a
full
two-thirds
majority
in
council
,
Messrs.
Tiernan
and
Kerrigan
,
of
course
,
being
safely
in
their
places
.
With
them
came
a
Republican
mayor
and
all
his
Republican
associates
on
the
ticket
,
who
were
now
supposed
to
carry
out
the
theories
of
the
respectable
and
the
virtuous
.
Cowperwood
knew
what
it
meant
and
prepared
at
once
to
make
overtures
to
the
enemy
.
From
McKenty
and
others
he
learned
by
degrees
the
full
story
of
Tiernan
's
and
Kerrigan
's
treachery
,
but
he
did
not
store
it
up
bitterly
against
them
.
Such
was
life
.
They
must
be
looked
after
more
carefully
in
future
,
or
caught
in
some
trap
and
utterly
undone
.
According
to
their
own
accounts
,
they
had
barely
managed
to
scrape
through
.
"
Look
at
meself
!
I
only
won
by
three
hundred
votes
,
"
archly
declared
Mr.
Kerrigan
,
on
divers
and
sundry
occasions
.
"
By
God
,
I
almost
lost
me
own
ward
!
"
