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Now, as I ended, she sprang frohair

about her like ahands to hold

o--give ht uileful is her heart; and your face is

wonderfully beautiful, and, as for your heart--you lied to me

before"

"I--oh, Peter!--I am not the poor creature you think me"

"Were you the proudest lady in the land--you have deceived , I reached out, and seized

her by each rounded arainst er that cast out fear

"I hate you--despise you!" she whispered "I hate you more than

any man was ever hated!"

Inch by inch I drew her to me, until she stood close, within the

circle of my arms

"And I think I love you lorious beauty of your strong, sweet body, for the

temptation of your eyes, for the red lure of your lips!" And so

I stooped and kissed her full upon the , only she shivered beneath reat sob rent her bosom

"And I also think," said I, "that, because of the perfidy of your

heart, I hate you as , was hated by man and shall--forever!"

And, while I spoke, I loosed her and turned, and strode swiftly

out and away froe