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duallyfailed,andthecandlesinthedarknessburntoutmorebrightlyeachwassurroundedbyahalooflight,andlitupthedeadfaces,throwingintodeepernighttherestofthechapel. LittlebylittleIseemedtoseeintotheloveofthesetwowhichhadbeensostrong,thatnotiesofhonour,faith,ortruthhadbeenabletoinfluenceit.AndthisiswhatIimagined,tryingtoconsolemyself. Whenshewassixteen,Ithought,theymarriedhertoanoldmanshehadneverseen,andshemetherhusband'scousin,aboynoolderthanherself.Andthelovestartedandworkeditsway.Buttheboylivedonhisrichcousin'scharityfromhimhehadreceivedahomeandprotectionandathousandkindnesseshelovedagainsthiswill,buthelovedallthesame.Andshe,Ithought,hadlovedlikeawoman,passionately,thoughtlessofhonourandtruth.Inthesensualviolenceofherloveshehadcarriedhimaway,andhehadyielded.Thenwithenjoymenthadcomeremorse,andhehadtornhimselfawayfromthetemptressandfled. Ihardlyknewwhathadhappenedwhenshewasleftalone,piningforherlover.Scandalsaidevilthings....Hadshe,too,feltremorseandtriedtokillherlove,andhadtheattemptfailed?Andwasitthensheflungherselfintodissipationtodrownhertrouble?Perhapshetoldherhedidnotloveher,andsheindespairmayhavethrownherselfinthearmsofotherlovers.Buthelovedhertoostronglytofo