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During the days that followed she fell to a level of languid resignation. Never had she felt so tired, inwardly tired. Her bubble mystery had burst.
It could not be helped. She suspected him of being the victim of a humiliation far more final than was hers. He had gone about with the face of a man sick unto death; he had avoided her eyes; yet never had he been so talkative.