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Nothing lifts the heart like the sense of a great self-sacrifice nobly made. Betty was glad that she could feel so particularly noble. It was a great help.
"He was mine," she told herself; "he meant to be -- And I have given him up to her. It hurts -- yes -- but I did the right thing."