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She recalled another sentence in the letter. "Our life must go on

as it has done in the past...." "That life was miserable enough

in the old days; it has been awful of late. What will it be now?

And he knows all that; he knows that I can't repent that I

breathe, that I love; he knows that it can lead to nothing but

lying and deceit; but he wants to go on torturing me. I know him;

I know that he's at home and is happy in deceit, like a fish

swimming in the water. No, I won't give him that happiness. I'll

break through the spiderweb of lies in which he wants to catch

me, come what may. Anything's better than lying and deceit."

"But how? My God! my God! Was ever a woman so miserable as I

am?..."