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Suddenly
she
burst
into
a
storm
of
weeping
.
"
Darling
!
"
He
took
her
in
his
arms
and
sat
her
down
on
the
sofa
with
himself
beside
her
.
She
clung
to
him
desperately
"
You
’
re
so
good
to
me
,
Michael
,
and
I
hate
myself
.
I
’
m
a
beast
,
I
’
m
a
slut
,
I
’
m
just
a
bloody
bitch
.
I
’
m
rotten
through
and
through
.
"
"
All
that
may
be
,
"
he
smiled
,
"
but
the
fact
remains
that
you
’
re
a
very
great
actress
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
how
you
can
have
the
patience
you
have
with
me
.
I
’
ve
treated
you
foully
.
You
’
ve
been
too
wonderful
and
I
’
ve
sacrificed
you
heartlessly
.
"
"
Now
,
dear
,
don
’
t
say
a
lot
of
things
that
you
’
ll
regret
later
.
I
shall
only
bring
them
up
against
you
another
time
.
"
His
tenderness
melted
her
and
she
reproached
herself
bitterly
because
for
years
she
found
him
so
boring
.
"
Thank
God
,
I
’
ve
got
you
.
What
should
I
do
without
you
?
"
"
You
haven
’
t
got
to
do
without
me
.
"
