"If he were here again, what should I do? I cannot wish him here--and yet I cannot bear his dead face. I was a coward. I ought to have borne contempt. I ought to have gone away--gone and wandered like a beggar rather than stay to feel like a fiend. But turn where I would there was something I could not bear. Sometimes I thought he would kill _me_ if I resisted his will. But now--his dead face is there, and I cannot bear it."
Suddenly loosing Deronda's hand, she started up, stretching her arms to their full length upward, and said with a sort of moan,

"If he were here again, what should I do? I cannot wish him here - and yet I cannot bear his dead face. I was a coward. I ought to have gone away and wandered like a beggar rather than stay. Sometimes I thought he would kill me if I resisted his will. But now - his dead face is there, and I cannot bear it."
Suddenly loosing Deronda's hand, she started up, stretching out her arms, and said with a moan-
