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it, he sighed tenderly. "One mustn't hurt you too much," he said, half to himself. "You've always been a particularly nice girl. I have always liked you." His voice had grown gentle, charming, whimsical. "Good luck. Bon voyage. You are a good woman. Your husband is a good man. And I am a very, very bad one. But please remember that it is against all experience to suppose that the bad people don't come out on top. Believe me, they always do—and they always must."
