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XIII

           Thingsyousaid—onceortwice—yourirritation—Ican’texplain—”

           Glennard,unconsciously,hadmovednearer.Hebreathedlikeamanwhohasbeenrunning.“Youknew,then,youknew”—hestammered.TheavowalofherloveforFlamelwouldhavehurthimless,wouldhaverenderedherlessremote.“Youknew—youknew—”herepeated;andsuddenlyhisanguishgatheredvoice.“MyGod!”hecried,“yoususpecteditfirst,yousay—andthenyouknewit—thisdamnable,thisaccursedthing;youknewitmonthsago—it’smonthssinceIputthatpaperinyourway—andyetyou’vedonenothing,you’vesaidnothing,you’vemadenosign,you’velivedalongsideofmeasifithadmadenodifference—nodifferenceineitherofourlives.Whatareyoumadeof,Iwonder?Don’tyouseethehideousignominyofit?Don’tyouseehowyou’vesharedinmydisgrace?Orhaven’tyouanysenseofshame?”

           Hepreservedsufficientlucidity,asthewordspouredfromhim,toseehowfatallytheyinvitedherderision;butsomethingtoldhimtheyhadbothpassedbeyondthephaseofobviousretaliations,andthatifanychordinherrespondeditwouldnotbethatofscorn.

           Hewasright.Sheroseslowlyandmovedtowardhim.

           “Haven’tyouhadenough—withoutthat?”shesaid,inastrangevoiceofpity.

           Hestaredather.“Enough—?”

           “Ofmisery....”

           Anironbandseemedloosenedfromhistemples.“Yousawthen...?”hewhispered.

           “Oh,God——oh,God——”shesobbed.Shedroppedbesidehimandhidheranguishagainsthisknees.

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