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By half-past one the lights had long been out in all the rooms, and perfect silence reigned throughout the household. Impelled by a wild desire to see him once more, even though she loathed him, Edie took a bedroom candle in her hand, and stole slowly down the big staircase.
Loathed him? Loved him -- ay, loved him even so. Loved him, and the more she loved him, the more utterly loathed him.