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Priscilla covered her ears with her hands. "Oh, stop, please stop...don't laugh like that. I've said I'm sorry...I am sorry---I'd do anything to wipe out what's happened, but I can't marry you. I can't..."
And suddenly she was weeping, for herself, for him, and for the tragedy she herself had made.
But now her tears did not touch him; perhaps there was nothing in the world just then that could have melted the hardness around his heart; he was only conscious of a fierce longing to hurt her, to make her suffer as he himself was suffering.
His hands were clenched by his sides so that the knuckles stood out white, and when he spoke there was something brutal in his voice that made her shrink back almost as if she was afraid he would strike her...