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| 8 | 420 | How could I View more quotes about tell">tell her that it had been by her instrumentality that I had been destroyed in the marshes. |
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| 8 | 417 | I looked down into her eyes. |
| 8 | 418 | "I could kill you," I said. |
| 8 | 419 | "I hate you". |
| 8 | 420 | How could I tell her that it had been by her instrumentality that I had been destroyed in the marshes. |
| 8 | 421 | I felt myself suddenly transformed with utter fury. |
| 8 | 422 | It was she who had done this to me, who had cost me myself, teaching me my ignobility and my cowardice, who had broken the image, casting it into the mud of the marsh, that I had for so many years, so foolishly, taken as the substance and truth of my own person. |
| 8 | 423 | I had been emptied; I was now a void, into which I could feel the pourings, the dark flowings, of resentment and degradation, of bitterness and self-recrimination, of self-hatred. |