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âAll sorts of contrivances in my mindâ âbut all so difficult. And I fought against themâ âI was terrified at themâ âI saw his dead faceââ âhere her voice sank almost to a whisper close to Derondaâs earâ ââever so long ago I saw it and I wished him to be dead. And yet it terrified me. I was like two creatures. I could not speakâ âI wanted to killâ âit was as strong as thirstâ âand then directlyâ âI felt beforehand I had done something dreadful, unalterableâ âthat would make me like an evil spirit. And it cameâ âit came.â
She was silent a moment or two, as if her memory had lost itself in a web where each mesh drew all the rest.
âIt had all been in my mind when I first spoke to youâ âwhen we were at the Abbey. I had done something then. I could not tell you that. It was the only thing I did toward carrying out my thoughts. They went about over everything; but they all remained like dreadful dreamsâ âall but one. I did one actâ âand I never undid itâ âit is there stillâ âas long ago as when we were at Ryelands. There it wasâ âsomething my fingers longed for among the beautiful toys in the cabinet in my boudoirâ âsmall and sharp like a long willow leaf in a silver sheath. I locked it in the drawer of my dressing-case. I was continually haunted with it and how I should use it. I fancied myself putting it under my pillow. But I never did. I never looked at it again. I dared not unlock the drawer: it had a key all to itself; and not long ago, when we were in the yacht, I dropped the key into the deep water. It was my wish to drop it and deliver myself. After that I began to think how I could open the drawer without the key: and when I found we were to stay at Genoa, it came into my mind that I could get it opened privately at the hotel. But then, when we were going up the stairs, I met you; and I thought I should talk to you alone and tell you thisâ âeverything I could not tell you in town; and then I was forced to go out in the boat.â
A sob had for the first time risen with the last words, and she sank back in her chair. The memory of that acute disappointment seemed for the moment to efface what had come since. Deronda did not look at her, but he said, insistently,
âAnd it has all remained in your imagination. It has gone on only in your thought. To the last the evil temptation has been resisted?â
There was silence. The tears had rolled down her cheeks. She pressed her handkerchief against them and sat upright. She was summoning her resolution; and again, leaning a little toward Derondaâs ear, she began in a whisper,
âNo, no; I will tell you everything as God knows it. I will tell you no falsehood; I will tell you the exact truth. What should I do else? I used to think I could never be wicked. I thought of wicked people as if they were a long way off me. Since then I have been wicked. I have felt wicked. And everything has been a punishment to meâ âall the things I used to wish forâ âit is as if they had been made red-hot. The very daylight has often been a punishment to me. Becauseâ âyou knowâ âI ought not to have married. That was the beginning of it. I wronged someone else. I broke my promise. I meant to get pleasure for myself, and it all turned to misery. I wanted to make my gain out of anotherâs lossâ âyou remember?â âit was like rouletteâ âand the money burned into me. And I could not complain. It was as if I had prayed that another should lose and I should win. And I had won, I knew it allâ âI knew I was guilty. When we were on the sea, and I lay awake at night in the cabin, I sometimes felt that everything I had done lay open without excuseâ ânothing was hiddenâ âhow could anything be known to me only?â âit was not my own knowledge, it was Godâs that had entered into me, and even the stillnessâ âeverything held a punishment for meâ âeverything but you. I always thought that you would not want me to be punishedâ âyou would have tried and helped me to be better. And only thinking of that helped me. You will not changeâ âyou will not want to punish me now?â
Again a sob had risen.
âGod forbid!â groaned Deronda. But he sat motionless.
This long wandering with the conscious-stricken one over her past was difficult to bear, but he dared not again urge her with a question. He must let her mind follow its own need. She unconsciously left intervals in her retrospect, not clearly distinguishing between what she said and what she had only an inward vision of. Her next words came after such an interval.
âThat all made it so hard when I was forced to go in the boat. Because when I saw you it was an unexpected joy, and I thought I could tell you everythingâ âabout the locked-up drawer and what I had not told you before. And if I had told you, and knew it was in your mind, it would have less power over me. I hoped and trusted in that. For after all my struggles and my crying, the hatred and rage, the temptation that frightened me, the longing, the thirst for what
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