"You'll hate me all your life and I hate myself now as I never have before in my life—despise myself. What a mockery we've made of it all. God help those who see!"
She sat silent for a very long time. "You say I shall be able to see him—my husband?"
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"Yes, I think so," he said.
"And you also?"
"No! Him, but not me. You never will. I'll be an imagination forever. You'll never see me at all."
"Under what star of sadness was I born?" said Mary Gage, simply. "What a problem!"
"Good-by," he replied. "I don't need to wait."