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“
Why
?
”
“
No
less
degree
of
rage
against
me
will
match
your
previous
grief
for
her
.
”
“
Phew
—
I
shall
not
kill
you
,
”
he
said
contemptuously
,
as
if
under
a
sudden
change
of
purpose
.
“
I
did
think
of
it
;
but
—
I
shall
not
.
That
would
be
making
a
martyr
of
you
,
and
sending
you
to
where
she
is
;
and
I
would
keep
you
away
from
her
till
the
universe
come
to
an
end
,
if
I
could
.
”
“
I
almost
wish
you
would
kill
me
,
”
said
she
with
gloomy
bitterness
.
“
It
is
with
no
strong
desire
,
I
assure
you
,
that
I
play
the
part
I
have
lately
played
on
earth
.
You
are
no
blessing
,
my
husband
.
”
“
You
shut
the
door
—
you
looked
out
of
the
window
upon
her
—
you
had
a
man
in
the
house
with
you
—
you
sent
her
away
to
die
.
The
inhumanity
—
the
treachery
—
I
will
not
touch
you
—
stand
away
from
me
—
and
confess
every
word
!
”
“
Never
!
I
’
ll
hold
my
tongue
like
the
very
death
that
I
don
’
t
mind
meeting
,
even
though
I
can
clear
myself
of
half
you
believe
by
speaking
.
Yes
.
I
will
!
Who
of
any
dignity
would
take
the
trouble
to
clear
cobwebs
from
a
wild
man
’
s
mind
after
such
language
as
this
?
No
;
let
him
go
on
,
and
think
his
narrow
thoughts
,
and
run
his
head
into
the
mire
.
I
have
other
cares
.
”
“
’
Tis
too
much
—
but
I
must
spare
you
.
”
“
Poor
charity
.
”
“
By
my
wretched
soul
you
sting
me
,
Eustacia
!
I
can
keep
it
up
,
and
hotly
too
.
Now
,
then
,
madam
,
tell
me
his
name
!
”
