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I was awake -- widely, cruelly awake. I had been awake all night; what sleep could there be for me when the woman I loved was to be married next morning -- married, and not to me?
I went to my room early; the family party in the drawing-room maddened me. Grouped about the round table with the stamped plush cover, each was busy with work, or book, or newspaper, but not too busy to stab my heart through and through with their talk of the wedding.