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Yes; but one was much above the rest. He made you a rich woman. He made me? Madame Merle appearing to see herself successful, she went on more triumphantly: He imparted to you that extra lustre which was required to make you a brilliant match. At bottom its him youve to thank. She stopped; there was something in Isabels eyes. I dont understand you. It was my uncles money. Yes; it was your uncles money, but it was your cousins idea. He brought his father over to it. Ah, my dear, the sum was large! Isabel stood staring; she seemed to-day to live in a world illumined by lurid flashes. I dont know why you say such things. I dont know what you know. I know nothing but what Ive guessed. But Ive guessed that. Isabel went to the door and, when she had opened it, stood a moment with her hand on the latch. Then she saidit was her only revenge: I believed it was you I had to thank! Madame Merle dropped her eyes; she stood there in a kind of proud penance. Youre very unhappy, I know. But Im more so. Yes; I can believe that. I think I should like never to see you again. Madame Merle raised her eyes. I shall go to America, she quietly remarked while Isabel passed out. |
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