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and found her gone without a word of farewell, his
blood had stood still in his veins, and he had nearly
died of sorrow. He could not love her after the
pain she had caused him. And she had never really
loved him. She was a coquette who wanted some
one to kiss and caress her here at home too—that
was all.
Did he think, then, she usually let young men
kiss and caress her?
Oh, yes, why not? Women were not so holy as
they looked. They were made up of selfishness and
coquetry. No, if she knew what he had felt when
he came home from the woods and found her gone!
He felt as if he had waded in ice water. He would
never get over that pain. It would follow him all his
life, and he would never be the same again.
She tried to explain to him how it all happened;
she reminded him that she had been true through
it all.
Yes, but it was all the same, for he did n’t love
her any longer. He had seen through her, she was
selfish. She never had loved him, she had left him
without a word.
He constantly returned to this, and she almost
enjoyed the scene, for she could not be angry. She
understood his anger so well, she did not even fear
any real break between them. But at last she grew
anxious. Had such a change really taken place that
he cared no more for her?
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