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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: 'Nothing?' she answered slowly--and she looked at me; and her
eyes and her voice cut me as if they had been knives. 'Nothing?
Do you think, Monsieur, it costs me nothing to lose my self-
respect, as I do with every word I speak to you? Do you think it
costs me nothing to be here when I feel every look you cast upon
me an insult, every breath I take in your presence a
contamination? Nothing, Monsieur?' she continued with bitter
irony. 'Nay, something! But something which I could not hope to
make clear to you.'
I sat for a moment confounded, quivering with pain. It had been
one thing to feel that she hated and scorned me, to know that the
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