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請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

　last。　There　was　now　no

moon　for　her；　no　sea。　All　had　passed　away。　She　trailed　her　dead

body　to　the　house；　to　her　room；　where　she　lay　down　inert。

Morning　brought　her　a　new　access　of　superficial　life。　But　all

within　her　was　cold；　dead；　inert。　Skrebensky　appeared　at

breakfast。　He　was　white　and　obliterated。　They　did　not　look　at

each　other　nor　speak　to　each　other。　Apart　from　the　ordinary；

trivial　talk　of　civil　people；　they　were　separate；　they　did　not

speak　of　what　was　between　them　during　the　remaining　two　days　of

their　stay。　They　were　like　two　dead　people　who　dare　not

recognize；　dare　not　see　each　other。

Then　she　packed　her　bag　and　put　on　her　things。　There　were

several　guests　leaving　together；　for　the　same　train。　He　would

have　no　opportunity　to　speak　to　her。

He　tapped　at　her　bedroom　door　at　the　last　minute。　She　stood

with　her　umbrella　in　her　hand。　He　closed　the　door。　He　did　not

know　what　to　say。

〃Have　you　done　with　me？〃　he　asked　her　at　length；　lifting　his

head。

〃It　isn't　me；〃　she　said。　〃You　have　done　with　me……we　have

done　with　each　other。〃

He　looked　at　her；　at　the　closed　face；　which　he　thought　so

cruel。　And　he　knew　he　could　never　touch　her　again。　His　will　was

broken；　he　was　seared；　but　he　clung　to　the　life　of　his　body。

〃Well；　what　have　I　done？〃　he　asked；　in　a　rather　querulous

voice。

〃I　don't　know；〃　she　said；　in　the　same　dull；　feelingless

voice。　〃It　is　finished。　It　had　been　a　failure。〃

He　was　silent。　The　words　still　burned　his　bowels。

〃Is　it　my　fault？〃　he　said；　looking　up　at　length；　challenging

the　last　stroke。

〃You　couldn't〃　she　began。　But　she　broke

down。