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“
But
who
?
”
“
Another
woman
in
your
shape
.
”
She
perceived
in
his
words
the
realization
of
her
own
apprehensive
foreboding
in
former
times
.
He
looked
upon
her
as
a
species
of
imposter
;
a
guilty
woman
in
the
guise
of
an
innocent
one
.
Terror
was
upon
her
white
face
as
she
saw
it
;
her
cheek
was
flaccid
,
and
her
mouth
had
almost
the
aspect
of
a
round
little
hole
.
The
horrible
sense
of
his
view
of
her
so
deadened
her
that
she
staggered
;
and
he
stepped
forward
,
thinking
she
was
going
to
fall
.
“
Sit
down
,
sit
down
,
”
he
said
gently
.
“
You
are
ill
;
and
it
is
natural
that
you
should
be
.
”
She
did
sit
down
,
without
knowing
where
she
was
,
that
strained
look
still
upon
her
face
,
and
her
eyes
such
as
to
make
his
flesh
creep
.
“
I
don
’
t
belong
to
you
any
more
,
then
;
do
I
,
Angel
?
”
she
asked
helplessly
.
“
It
is
not
me
,
but
another
woman
like
me
that
he
loved
,
he
says
.
”
The
image
raised
caused
her
to
take
pity
upon
herself
as
one
who
was
ill
-
used
.
Her
eyes
filled
as
she
regarded
her
position
further
;
she
turned
round
and
burst
into
a
flood
of
self
-
sympathetic
tears
.
Clare
was
relieved
at
this
change
,
for
the
effect
on
her
of
what
had
happened
was
beginning
to
be
a
trouble
to
him
only
less
than
the
woe
of
the
disclosure
itself
.
He
waited
patiently
,
apathetically
,
till
the
violence
of
her
grief
had
worn
itself
out
,
and
her
rush
of
weeping
had
lessened
to
a
catching
gasp
at
intervals
.
“
Angel
,
”
she
said
suddenly
,
in
her
natural
tones
,
the
insane
,
dry
voice
of
terror
having
left
her
now
.
“
Angel
,
am
I
too
wicked
for
you
and
me
to
live
together
?
”
