''
It was the longest speech she had heard him make.
She had no inclination to dispute his analysis of her
motives. ``I did not realize it,'' said she, ``but that
is probably so. But--remember how I was brought
up.''
``There's only one thing for you to do.''
``Go back to my husband? You know--about me
--don't you?''
``Yes''
``I can't go back to him.''
``No.''
``Then--what?'' she asked.
``Go on, as now,'' replied he.
``You despise me, don't you?''
``No.''
``But you said you did.''
``Dislike and despise are not at all the same.''
``You admit that you dislike me,'' cried she triumphantly.
He did not answer.
``You think me a weak, clinging creature, not able
to do anything but make pretenses.''
No answer.
``Don't you?'' she persisted.
``Probably I have about the same opinion of you that
you have of yourself.''
``What WILL become of me?'' she said. Her face
lighted up with an expression of reckless beauty. ``If
I could only get started I'd go to the devil, laughing
and dancing--and taking a train with me.
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