17/46 not knowing, now, in whom to believe, since the shrine, which contained my one illusion, lay shattered to earth at my feet." She need not complain now that he was cold and impassive; his very voice shook with an intensity of passion, which he was making superhuman efforts to keep in check. "Hardly had I gone, already I had repented. But when I returned, I found you, oh, so altered! wearing already that mask of somnolent indifference which you have never laid aside until. |