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He
paused
,
for
he
saw
on
the
instant
that
he
was
making
a
grave
mistake
.
This
reference
to
her
past
as
a
mistress
was
crucial
.
On
the
instant
she
straightened
up
,
and
her
eyes
filled
with
a
great
pain
.
"
So
that
's
the
way
you
talk
to
me
,
is
it
?
"
she
asked
.
"
I
knew
it
!
I
knew
it
!
I
knew
it
would
come
!
"
She
turned
to
a
tall
chest
of
drawers
as
high
as
her
breasts
,
laden
with
silverware
,
jewel-boxes
,
brushes
and
combs
,
and
,
putting
her
arms
down
,
she
laid
her
head
upon
them
and
began
to
cry
.
This
was
the
last
straw
.
He
was
throwing
up
her
lawless
girlhood
love
to
her
as
an
offense
.
"
Oh
!
"
she
sobbed
,
and
shook
in
a
hopeless
,
wretched
paroxysm
.
Cowperwood
came
over
quickly
.
He
was
distressed
,
pained
.
"
I
did
n't
mean
that
,
Aileen
,
"
he
explained
.
"
I
did
n't
mean
it
in
that
way
--
not
at
all
.
You
rather
drew
that
out
of
me
;
but
I
did
n't
mean
it
as
a
reproach
.
You
were
my
mistress
,
but
good
Lord
,
I
never
loved
you
any
the
less
for
that
--
rather
more
.
You
know
I
did
.
I
want
you
to
believe
that
;
it
's
true
.
These
other
matters
have
n't
been
so
important
to
me
--
they
really
have
n't
--
"
He
looked
at
her
helplessly
as
she
moved
away
to
avoid
him
;
he
was
distressed
,
nonplussed
,
immensely
sorry
.
As
he
walked
to
the
center
of
the
room
again
she
suddenly
suffered
a
great
revulsion
of
feeling
,
but
only
in
the
direction
of
more
wrath
.
This
was
too
much
.
"
So
this
is
the
way
you
talk
to
me
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
"
after
all
I
have
done
for
you
!
You
say
that
to
me
after
I
waited
for
you
and
cried
over
you
when
you
were
in
prison
for
nearly
two
years
?
Your
mistress
!
That
's
my
reward
,
is
it
?
Oh
!
"
Suddenly
she
observed
her
jewel-case
,
and
,
resenting
all
the
gifts
he
had
given
her
in
Philadelphia
,
in
Paris
,
in
Rome
,
here
in
Chicago
,
she
suddenly
threw
open
the
lid
and
,
grabbing
the
contents
by
handfuls
,
began
to
toss
them
toward
him
--
to
actually
throw
them
in
his
face
.
Out
they
came
,
handfuls
of
gauds
that
he
had
given
her
in
real
affection
:
a
jade
necklace
and
bracelet
of
pale
apple-green
set
in
spun
gold
,
with
clasps
of
white
ivory
;
a
necklace
of
pearls
,
assorted
as
to
size
and
matched
in
color
,
that
shone
with
a
tinted
,
pearly
flame
in
the
evening
light
;
a
handful
of
rings
and
brooches
,
diamonds
,
rubies
,
opals
,
amethysts
;
a
dog-collar
of
emeralds
,
and
a
diamond
hair-ornament
.
She
flung
them
at
him
excitedly
,
strewing
the
floor
,
striking
him
on
the
neck
,
the
face
,
the
hands
.
"
Take
that
!
and
that
!
and
that
!
There
they
are
!
I
do
n't
want
anything
more
of
yours
.
I
do
n't
want
anything
more
to
do
with
you
.
I
do
n't
want
anything
that
belongs
to
you
.
Thank
God
,
I
have
money
enough
of
my
own
to
live
on
!
I
hate
you
--
I
despise
you
--
I
never
want
to
see
you
any
more
.
Oh
--
"
And
,
trying
to
think
of
something
more
,
but
failing
,
she
dashed
swiftly
down
the
hall
and
down
the
stairs
,
while
he
stood
for
just
one
moment
overwhelmed
.
Then
he
hurried
after
.
"
Aileen
!
"
he
called
.
"
Aileen
,
come
back
here
!
Do
n't
go
,
Aileen
!
"
But
she
only
hurried
faster
;
she
opened
and
closed
the
door
,
and
actually
ran
out
in
the
dark
,
her
eyes
wet
,
her
heart
bursting
.
So
this
was
the
end
of
that
youthful
dream
that
had
begun
so
beautifully
.
She
was
no
better
than
the
others
--
just
one
of
his
mistresses
.
To
have
her
past
thrown
up
to
her
as
a
defense
for
the
others
!
To
be
told
that
she
was
no
better
than
they
!
This
was
the
last
straw
.
She
choked
and
sobbed
as
she
walked
,
vowing
never
to
return
,
never
to
see
him
any
more
.
But
as
she
did
so
Cowperwood
came
running
after
,
determined
for
once
,
as
lawless
as
he
was
,
that
this
should
not
be
the
end
of
it
all
.
She
had
loved
him
,
he
reflected
.
She
had
laid
every
gift
of
passion
and
affection
on
the
altar
of
her
love
.
It
was
n't
fair
,
really
.
She
must
be
made
to
stay
.
He
caught
up
at
last
,
reaching
her
under
the
dark
of
the
November
trees
.
"
Aileen
,
"
he
said
,
laying
hold
of
her
and
putting
his
arms
around
her
waist
.
"
Aileen
,
dearest
,
this
is
plain
madness
.
It
is
insanity
.
You
're
not
in
your
right
mind
