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‘And if not her, for she is dead, then me. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd. ‘You are jealous!’ ‘Yes,’ he agreed simply. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. She simply refuses to see or hear from me again. But how am I to know of things?” “Some things I hope you may never know,” he said. ‘Let it fall!’ ‘Brute!’ she spat, struggling, and he knew at once he had guessed aright. She shattered the edifice he was building up of himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless and consuming passion.
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