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as it were beseeching him in some way or other to make her

believe differently

"--instant of passion?" he said, and would have gone on, but at

that word, as at a pang of physical pain, her lips stiffened

again, and again the o out of the room!" she shrieked still more shrilly,

"and don't talk to o out, but tottered, and clung to the back of a

chair to support herself His face relaxed, his lips swelled,

his eyes were swi now; "for mercy's sake, think of the

children; they are not to blame! I am to bla I can do, I a! I am to blame, no words can express how ive , and he

was unutterably sorry for her She tried several tiin

to speak, but could not He waited

"You remember the children, Stiva, to play with them; but I

remember them, and know that this means their ruin," she

said--obviously one of the phrases she had more than once

repeated to herself in the course of the last few days