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Chapter 8

           I

           “Well,verywell,verywell!”shesaid,butquiteinadifferenttone.Shewasremorsefulnow,andbentforwardtotouchhisshoulder,thoughstilltryingnottolookhimintheface,asifthemorepersuasivelytobeghimnottobeangrywithher.“Verywell,”shecontinued,lookingthoroughlyashamedofherself,“IfeelthatIsaidaveryfoolishthing.Ionlydiditjusttotryyou.Takeitasunsaid,andifIoffendedyou,forgiveme.Don’tlookstraightatmelikethat,please;turnyourheadaway.Youcalledita‘horribleidea’;Ionlysaidittoshockyou.VeryoftenIammyselfafraidofsayingwhatIintendtosay,andoutitcomesallthesame.Youhavejusttoldmethatyouwrotethatletteratthemostpainfulmomentofyourlife.Iknowwhatmomentthatwas!”sheaddedsoftly,lookingatthegroundagain.

           “Oh,ifyoucouldknowall!”

           “Idoknowall!”shecried,withanotherburstofindignation.“Youwerelivinginthesamehouseasthathorriblewomanwithwhomyouranaway.”Shedidnotblushasshesaidthis;onthecontrary,shegrewpale,andstartedfromherseat,apparentlyobliviousofwhatshedid,andimmediatelysatdownagain.Herlipcontinuedtotrembleforalongtime.

           Therewassilenceforamoment.Theprincewastakenabackbythesuddennessofthislastreply,anddidnotknowtowhatheshouldattributeit.

           “Idon’tloveyouabit!”shesaidsuddenly,justasthoughthewordshadexplodedfromhermouth.

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