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Chapter 37

           

           "YesIcan!"—sherepliedinalowindignantvoice—"Inscribeitas—‘Fromapitilesshandtoabrokenheart!’Thatwillsuitthedeadgirl—andyou,thelivingman!"

           Herrustlinggownsweptacrossmyfeet—shepassedmeandwasgone.Stupefiedbyhersuddenanger,andequallysuddendeparture,Istoodinert—theStBernardrosefromthehearth-rugandgloweredatmesuspiciously,evidentlywishingmetotakemyleave—PallasAthenestared,asusual,throughmeandbeyondmeinaboundlessscorn—allthevariousobjectsinthisquietstudyseemedsilentlytoejectmeasanundesiredoccupant.Ilookedrounditoncelonginglyasatiredoutcastmaylookonapeacefulgardenandwishinvaintoenter.

           "Howlikehersexsheisafterall!"Isaidhalfaloud—"Sheblamesmeforbeingpitiless—andforgetsthatSibylwasthesinner—notI!Nomatterhowguiltyawomanmaybe,shegenerallymanagestosecureacertainamountofsympathy—amanisalwaysleftoutinthecold."

           Ashudderingsenseoflonelinessoppressedmeasmyeyeswanderedroundtherestfulroom.Theodouroflilieswasintheair,exhaled,soIfancied,fromthedelicateanddaintypersonalityofMavisherself.

           "IfIhadonlyknownherfirst—andlovedher!"Imurmured,asIturnedawayatlastandleftthehouse

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