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Aileen’s Last Card

           

           "Howcanyouask?Howcouldyoureallydothis?"

           Hewasangry,hurt,gladthatshewasalive,shamedmanythings.

           "Don’tyoureallycare?"sherepeated,wearily.

           "Aileen,thisisnonsense.Iwillnottalktoyouaboutitnow.Haveyoucutyourselfanywhereelse?"heasked,feelingaboutherbosomandsides.

           "Thenwhynotletmedie?"shereplied,inthesamemanner."Iwillsomeday.Iwantto."

           "Well,youmay,someday,"hereplied,"butnotto-night.Iscarcelythinkyouwanttonow.Thisistoomuch,Aileenreallyimpossible."

           Hedrewhimselfupandlookedathercool,unbelieving,thelightofcontrol,evenofvictory,inhiseyes.Ashehadsuspected,itwasnottrulyreal.Shewouldnothavekilledherself.Shehadexpectedhimtocometomaketheoldeffort.Verygood.Hewouldseehersafelyinbedandinanurse’shands,andwouldthenavoidherasmuchaspossibleinthefuture.Ifherintentionwasgenuineshewouldcarryitoutinhisabsence,buthedidnotbelieveshewould.

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