You're going to have your chance here.
You're going to be repaid for every minute of suffering
you've endured. I'll make it up to you. And when you see
them applauding you, calling for you, adoring you, all those
hideous years will fade from your mind, and you'll be
Theodore Brandeis, the successful, Theodore Brandeis, the
gifted, Theodore Brandeis, the great! You need never think
of her again. You'll never see her again. That beast!
That woman!"
And at that Theodore's face became distorted and dreadful
with pain. He raised two impotent, shaking arms high above
his head. "That's just it! That's just it! You don't know
what love is. You don't know what hate is. You don't know
how I hate myself. Loathe myself. She's all that's
miserable, all that's unspeakable, all that's vile. And if
she called me to-day I'd come. That's it." He covered his
shamed face with his two hands, so that the words came from
him slobberingly, sickeningly. "I hate her! I hate her!
And I want her. I want her. I want her!"
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
If Fanny Brandeis, the deliberately selfish, the
calculatingly ambitious, was aghast at the trick fate had
played her, she kept her thoughts to herself.
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