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Aileen’s Last Card

           Nowwhywon’tyoubesensibleandletmedothis?"

           DuringthisharangueCowperwoodhadfirstsatandthenstood.Atthestatementthathislovewasreallydead—thefirsttimehehadeverbaldlyandsquarelyannouncedit—Aileenhadpaledalittleandputherhandtoherforeheadoverhereyes.Itwasthenhehadarisen.Hewascold,determined,alittlerevengefulforthemoment.Sherealizednowthathemeantthis—thatinhisheartwasnoleastfeelingforallthathadgonebefore—nosweetmemories,nobindingthoughtsofhappyhours,days,weeks,years,thatweresoglitteringandwonderfultoherinretrospect.GreatHeavens,itwasreallytrue!Hislovewasdead;hehadsaidit!Butforthenonceshecouldnotbelieveit;shewouldnot.Itreallycouldn’tbetrue.

           "Frank,"shebegan,comingtowardhim,thewhilehemovedawaytoevadeher.Hereyeswerewide,herhandstrembling,herlipsmovinginanemotional,wavy,rhythmicway."Youreallydon’tmeanthat,doyou?Loveisn’twhollydead,isit?Alltheloveyouusedtofeelforme?Oh,Frank,Ihaveraged,Ihavehated,Ihavesaidterrible,uglythings,butithasbeenbecauseIhavebeeninlovewithyou!AllthetimeIhave.Youknowthat.Ihavefeltsobad—OGod,howbadIhavefelt!Frank,youdon’tknowit—butmypillowhasbeenwetmanyandmanyanight.Ihavecriedandcried.Ihavegotupandwalkedthefloor.Ihavedrunkwhisky—plain,rawwhisky—becausesomethinghurtmeandIwantedtokillthepain.

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