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"_You! _" It was Jane Ray's astonished, all but shuddering thought. "_You! _ -- and not -- _me! _ Oh, how can it be? You, who I thought would stay outside with me -- and the like of me -- forever, before you would bind yourself like this. Do _you_ believe the things that he does? _You_ could never be a hypocrite, Redfield Burns. Are you doing it for love of Robert Black? No, you wouldn't do it, even for that, any more than I would. Then -- what _is_ it?"
She sat with a white face and watching eyes which burned darkly beneath her close-drawn, sheltering hat-brim, while Red took upon himself the vows which Black administered. When it was done, and Red stood straight and tall again, and Black looked into his eyes and took his hand, and said the few grave and happy words of welcome which end such a service, Jane's heart stood still with pain and love -- and envy. It seemed to her that she must get away from the place somehow -- anyhow -- she could endure no more.