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| Edna cried a little that night after Arobin left her. It was |
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| only one phase of the multitudinous emotions which had assailed |
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| her. There was with her an overwhelming feeling of |
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| irresponsibility. There was the shock of the unexpected and the |
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| unaccustomed. There was her husband's reproach looking at her from |
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| the external things around her which he had provided for her |
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| external existence. There was Robert's reproach making itself felt |
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| by a quicker, fiercer, more overpowering love, which had awakened |
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| within her toward him. Above all, there was understanding. She |
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| felt as if a mist had been lifted from her eyes, enabling her to |
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| took upon and comprehend the significance of life, that monster |
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| made up of beauty and brutality. But among the conflicting |
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| sensations which assailed her, there was neither shame nor remorse. |
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| There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love |
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| which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this |
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| cup of life to her lips. |
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