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Chapter 17

           "When,Sibyl?"

           "Justnow—whenyoukissedme?"

           "Allthejoysofheavenandfiresofhellinamoment!"Isaid.

           Sheregardedmewithacuriousmusingfrown.

           "Strange!DoyouknowwhatIfelt?"

           Ishookmyheadsmiling,andpressedmylipsonthesoftsmallhandIheld.

           "Nothing!"shesaid,withakindofhopelessgesture—"Iassureyou,absolutelynothing!Icannotfeel.Iamoneofyourmodernwomen—Icanonlythink—andanalyse."

           "Thinkandanalyseasmuchasyouwill,myqueen,"—Iansweredplayfully—"ifyouwillonlythinkyoucanbehappywithme.ThatisallIdesire."

           "Canyoubehappywithme?"sheasked—"Wait—donotanswerforamoment,tillItellyouwhatIam.Youarealtogethermistakeninme."Shewassilentforsomeminutes,andIwatchedheranxiously."Iwasalwaysintendedforthis"—shesaidslowlyatlast—"this,towhichIhavenowcome—tobethepropertyofarichman.Manymenhavelookedatmewithaviewtopurchase,buttheycouldnotpaythepricemyfatherdemanded.Praydonotlooksodistressed!—whatIsayisquitetrueandquitecommonplace—allthewomenoftheupperclasses—theunmarriedones—areforsalenowinEnglandasutterlyastheCircassiangirlsinabarbarianslave-market.Iseeyouwishtoprotest,andassuremeofyourdevotion—butthereisnoneedofthis—Iamquitesureyouloveme—asmuchasanymancanlove—andIamcontent.

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