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This
time
Julia
slightly
shook
her
head
.
She
gave
a
sob
.
She
leant
back
in
the
chair
and
turned
her
head
aside
.
Her
whole
body
seemed
to
express
the
hopelessness
of
her
grief
.
Flesh
and
blood
couldn
’
t
stand
it
.
Charles
stepped
forward
and
sinking
to
his
knees
took
that
broken
woebegone
body
in
his
arms
.
"
For
God
’
s
sake
don
’
t
look
so
unhappy
.
I
can
’
t
bear
it
.
Oh
,
Julia
,
Julia
,
I
love
you
so
much
,
I
can
’
t
make
you
so
miserable
.
I
’
ll
accept
anything
.
I
’
ll
make
no
demands
on
you
.
"
She
turned
her
tear
-
stained
face
to
him
(
"
God
,
what
a
sight
I
must
look
now
"
)
and
gave
him
her
lips
.
He
kissed
her
tenderly
.
It
was
the
first
time
he
had
ever
kissed
her
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
lose
you
,
"
she
muttered
huskily
.
"
Darling
,
darling
!
"
"
It
’
ll
be
just
as
it
was
before
?
"
"
Just
.
"
She
gave
a
deep
sigh
of
contentment
and
for
a
minute
or
two
rested
in
his
arms
.
When
he
went
away
she
got
up
and
looked
in
the
glass
.
"
You
rotten
bitch
,
"
she
said
to
herself
.
