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“
I
did
not
think
rightly
of
you
—
I
did
not
see
you
as
you
were
!
”
he
continued
to
plead
.
“
I
have
learnt
to
since
,
dearest
Tessy
mine
!
”
“
Too
late
,
too
late
!
”
she
said
,
waving
her
hand
in
the
impatience
of
a
person
whose
tortures
cause
every
instant
to
seem
an
hour
.
“
Don
’
t
come
close
to
me
,
Angel
!
No
—
you
must
not
.
Keep
away
.
”
“
But
don
’
t
you
love
me
,
my
dear
wife
,
because
I
have
been
so
pulled
down
by
illness
?
You
are
not
so
fickle
—
I
am
come
on
purpose
for
you
—
my
mother
and
father
will
welcome
you
now
!
”
“
Yes
—
O
,
yes
,
yes
!
But
I
say
,
I
say
it
is
too
late
.
”
She
seemed
to
feel
like
a
fugitive
in
a
dream
,
who
tries
to
move
away
,
but
cannot
.
“
Don
’
t
you
know
all
—
don
’
t
you
know
it
?
Yet
how
do
you
come
here
if
you
do
not
know
?
”
“
I
inquired
here
and
there
,
and
I
found
the
way
.
”
“
I
waited
and
waited
for
you
,
”
she
went
on
,
her
tones
suddenly
resuming
their
old
fluty
pathos
.
“
But
you
did
not
come
!
And
I
wrote
to
you
,
and
you
did
not
come
!
He
kept
on
saying
you
would
never
come
any
more
,
and
that
I
was
a
foolish
woman
.
He
was
very
kind
to
me
,
and
to
mother
,
and
to
all
of
us
after
father
’
s
death
.
He
—
”
“
I
don
’
t
understand
.
”
“
He
has
won
me
back
to
him
”
