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Yes; I suppose I must be going. Youre going to Mrs. Strutherss? Yes. She smiled and added: I must go where I am invited, or I should be too lonely. Why not come with me? Archer felt that at any cost he must keep her beside him, must make her give him the rest of her evening. Ignoring her question, he continued to lean against the chimney-piece, his eyes fixed on the hand in which she held her gloves and fan, as if watching to see if he had the power to make her drop them. May guessed the truth, he said. There is another womanbut not the one she thinks. Ellen Olenska made no answer, and did not move. After a moment he sat down beside her, and, taking her hand, softly unclasped it, so that the gloves and fan fell on the sofa between them. She started up, and freeing herself from him moved away to the other side of the hearth. Ah, dont make love to me! Too many people have done that, she said, frowning. Archer, changing colour, stood up also: it was the bitterest rebuke she could have given him. I have never made love to you, he said, and I never shall. But you are the woman I would have married if it had been possible for either of us. Possible for either of us? She looked at him with unfeigned astonishment. And you say thatwhen its you whove made it impossible? He stared at her, groping in a blackness through which a single arrow of light tore its blinding way. Ive made it impossible? You, you, you! she cried, her lip trembling like a childs on the verge of tears. Isnt it you who made me give up divorcinggive it up because you showed me how selfish and wicked it was, how one must sacrifice ones self to preserve the dignity of marriage . . . and to spare ones family the publicity, the scandal? And because my family was going to be your familyfor Mays sake and for yoursI did what you told me, what you proved to me that I ought to do. Ah, she broke out with a sudden laugh, Ive made no secret of having done it for you! She sank down on the sofa again, crouching among the festive ripples of her dress like a stricken masquerader; and the young man stood by the fireplace and continued to gaze at her without moving. Good God, he groaned. When I thought You thought? Ah, dont ask me what I thought! Still looking at her, he saw the same burning flush creep up her neck to her face. She sat upright, facing him with a rigid dignity. I do ask you. Well, then: there were things in that letter you asked me to read My husbands letter? Yes. |
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