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Chapter 31

           Sheregardedhimwithsuchpassionateintentnessthatitseemedasthoughshesoughttodrawhisverysoulintoherselfbythemagnetismofherglance—buthestoodunmoved,averystatueoffinedisdainandintellectualself-repression.Myscarcelycontrolledfurybrokeoutagainatthesightofherdumbyearning,andIgaveventtoashoutofscornfullaughter.

           "Byheaven,averitablenewVenusandreluctantAdonis!"Icrieddeliriously—"Apoetshouldbeheretoimmortalizesotouchingascene!Go—go!"—andImotionedherawaywithafuriousgesture—"Go,ifyoudonotwantmetomurderyou!Go,withtheproudconsciousnessthatyouhaveworkedallthemischiefandruinthatismostdeartotheheartofawoman—youhavespoiltalifeanddishonouredaname—youcandonomore—yourfemininetriumphiscomplete!Go!—wouldtoGodImightneverseeyourfaceagain!—wouldtoGodIhadbeensparedthemiseryofhavingmarriedyou!"

           Shepaidnoattentionwhatevertomywords,butkepthereyesfixedonLucio.Retreatingslowly,sheseemedtofeelratherthanseeherwaytothewindingstair,andthere,turning,shebegantoascend.Halfwayupshepaused—lookedbackandfullyconfrontedusoncemore—withawildwickedraptureonherfaceshekissedherhandstoLucio,smilinglikeaspectralwomaninadream—thenshewentonwardandupwardstepbystep,tillthelastwhitefoldofherrobehadvanished—andwetwo—myfriendandI—werealone

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