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THOTH.
Never, she thought, could she have become his wife, but she might have been his devoted friend. She would have encouraged him in his projects of reform,—she could have liberated her fellow-women.
Now all was over. She felt covered with shame as she thought how she must have appeared to Thoth,—worse than a sensuous Persian—a mere animal. How he must have despised her when she actually suggested that he should surrender himself to her, as the first of his name to the woman who deceived him.
She despised herself, and for the moment her spirit was crushed. She longed for some sympathy.
She called on her little servants—there was no answer. She went to the door—it was fastened. She was confined in solitude. She wept bitterly.
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