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Chapter 62

           outspeaking,forherwordshadseemedtohimcruellycoldandunlikeherself.Theireyesmet,buttherewasdiscontentinhis,andinherstherewasonlysadness.Heturnedawayandtookhisportfoliounderhisarm.

           "Ihaveneverdoneyouinjustice.Pleaserememberme,"saidDorothea,repressingarisingsob.

           "Whyshouldyousaythat?"saidWill,withirritation."AsifIwerenotindangerofforgettingeverythingelse."

           Hehadreallyamovementofangeragainstheratthatmoment,anditimpelledhimtogoawaywithoutpause.ItwasalloneflashtoDorotheahislastwordshisdistantbowtoherashereachedthedoorthesensethathewasnolongerthere.Shesankintothechair,andforafewmomentssatlikeastatue,whileimagesandemotionswerehurryinguponher.Joycamefirst,inspiteofthethreateningtrainbehinditjoyintheimpressionthatitwasreallyherselfwhomWilllovedandwasrenouncing,thattherewasreallynootherlovelesspermissible,moreblameworthy,whichhonorwashurryinghimawayfrom.Theywerepartedallthesame,butDorotheadrewadeepbreathandfeltherstrengthreturnshecouldthinkofhimunrestrainedly.Atthatmomentthepartingwaseasytobear:thefirstsenseoflovingandbeinglovedexcludedsorrow.Itwasasifsomehardicypressurehadmelted,andherconsciousnesshadroomtoexpand:herpastwascomebacktoherwithlargerinterpretation.

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