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Chapter 37

           

           "YesIcan!"—sherepliedinalowindignantvoice—"Inscribeitas—‘Fromapitilesshandtoabrokenheart!’Thatwillsuitthedeadgirlandyou,thelivingman!"

           Herrustlinggownsweptacrossmyfeetshepassedmeandwasgone.Stupefiedbyhersuddenanger,andequallysuddendeparture,IstoodinerttheStBernardrosefromthehearth-rugandgloweredatmesuspiciously,evidentlywishingmetotakemyleavePallasAthenestared,asusual,throughmeandbeyondmeinaboundlessscornallthevariousobjectsinthisquietstudyseemedsilentlytoejectmeasanundesiredoccupant.Ilookedrounditoncelonginglyasatiredoutcastmaylookonapeacefulgardenandwishinvaintoenter.

           "Howlikehersexsheisafterall!"Isaidhalfaloud—"SheblamesmeforbeingpitilessandforgetsthatSibylwasthesinnernotI!Nomatterhowguiltyawomanmaybe,shegenerallymanagestosecureacertainamountofsympathyamanisalwaysleftoutinthecold."

           Ashudderingsenseoflonelinessoppressedmeasmyeyeswanderedroundtherestfulroom.Theodouroflilieswasintheair,exhaled,soIfancied,fromthedelicateanddaintypersonalityofMavisherself.

           "IfIhadonlyknownherfirstandlovedher!"Imurmured,asIturnedawayatlastandleftthehouse

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