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XLIII. Fanny's Revenge

           Thiswomanismoretome,deadassheis,thaneveryouwere,orare,orcanbe.IfSatanhadnottemptedmewiththatfaceofyours,andthosecursedcoquetries,Ishouldhavemarriedher.Ineverhadanotherthoughttillyoucameinmyway.WouldtoGodthatIhad;butitisalltoolate!"HeturnedtoFannythen."Butnevermind,darling,"hesaid;"inthesightofHeavenyouaremyvery,verywife!"

           AtthesewordstherearosefromBathsheba’slipsalong,lowcryofmeasurelessdespairandindignation,suchawailofanguishashadneverbeforebeenheardwithinthoseold-inhabitedwalls.ItwastheΤετελεσταιofherunionwithTroy.

           "Ifshe’sthat,whatamI?"sheadded,asacontinuationofthesamecry,andsobbingpitifully:andtheraritywithherofsuchabandonmentonlymadetheconditionmoredire.

           "Youarenothingtomenothing,"saidTroy,heartlessly."Aceremonybeforeapriestdoesn’tmakeamarriage.Iamnotmorallyyours."

           Avehementimpulsetofleefromhim,torunfromthisplace,hide,andescapehiswordsatanyprice,notstoppingshortofdeathitself,masteredBathshebanow.Shewaitednotaninstant,butturnedtothedoorandranout.

           

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