But yet she did not
resent his usage, even by a motion of her lip. Could she have
brought herself to do so, her agony would have been less sharp. 'I
suppose,' she said at last, 'that a woman is weaker than a man. But
you say that you will forgive me?'
'I have forgiven you.'
Then very gently she put out her hand to him, and he took it and
held it for a minute. She looked up at him as though for a moment
she had thought that there might be something else,--that there
might be some other token of true forgiveness, and then she withdrew
her hand. 'I had better go now,' she said. 'Good-night; George.'
'Good-night, Marie.' And then she was gone.
As soon as he was alone he sat himself down on the bedside, and
began to think of it. Everything was changed to him since he had
called her into the room, determining that he would crush her with
his thunderbolt. Let things go as they may with a man in an affair
of love, let him be as far as possible from the attainment of his
wishes, there will always be consolation to him if he knows that he
is loved.
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