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"Not in that way," she answered, in a low voice "I thought you--I always understood--" The , his oft-expressed adoration for the dead Adele, checked her, filled her with a storm of doubt, and she could not finish her accusation

He caught up the thread she dropped "I did love Adele, I love her still--a holy,for you is different, but no less high It is the cry of a lonely, desolate man Cos, as I do" The light of her accusing young eyes pierced the armor of his defence, and he fell upon his knees before her "I can't explain it, but it is true, Viola I have not deceived you I loved her--I love her still She is vital in my life I was sincere in all I said; but you are flesh and she is spirit Don't you see? You can comfort me--assist me, ith me as she cannot"

As he poured out his passionate plea, a sense of injury, of disillusionirl She revolted froainst her knee "Youto her" She pushed him away "Get up Go away fro so final, so convicting in her gesture of repulsion that thecry, and so lay silently sobbing, while she looked down at hirown in that instant His passion ently and left the roouide, had fallen fro at her feet This conception, vague but massive, oppressed her heart, and lay upon her brain like a leaden cap

At the moment she, too, despaired of life and knew not where to turn for aid