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III. Eustacia Dresses Herself on a Black Morning

           “Whatwasinthisletter?”hesaid.

           “Askthewriter.AmIyourhoundthatyoushouldtalktomeinthisway?”

           “Doyoubraveme?doyoustandmeout,mistress?Answer.Don’tlookatmewiththoseeyesifyouwouldbewitchmeagain!SoonerthanthatIdie.Yourefusetoanswer?”

           “Iwouldn’ttellyouafterthis,ifIwereasinnocentasthesweetestbabeinheaven!”

           “Whichyouarenot.”

           “CertainlyIamnotabsolutely,”shereplied.“Ihavenotdonewhatyousuppose;butiftohavedonenoharmatallistheonlyinnocencerecognized,Iambeyondforgiveness.ButIrequirenohelpfromyourconscience.”

           “Youcanresist,andresistagain!InsteadofhatingyouIcould,Ithink,mournforandpityyou,ifyouwerecontrite,andwouldconfessall.ForgiveyouInevercan.Idon’tspeakofyourlover—Iwillgiveyouthebenefitofthedoubtinthatmatter,foritonlyaffectsmepersonally.Buttheother—hadyouhalf-killedme,haditbeenthatyouwilfullytookthesightawayfromthesefeebleeyesofmine,Icouldhaveforgivenyou.ButTHAT’Stoomuchfornature!”

           “Saynomore.Iwilldowithoutyourpity.ButIwouldhavesavedyoufromutteringwhatyouwillregret.”

           “Iamgoingawaynow.Ishallleaveyou.”

           “Youneednotgo,asIamgoingmyself.Youwillkeepjustasfarawayfrommebystayinghere.

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