Part,  Chapter

1     I,      II| gaze fixed itself in deadly hate upon my face, and her foaming
2    II,    VIII|     must despise you - nay, hate you - for that proof of
3    II,    XVII|  day? Well, I have read the hate, the contempt, the scorn
4    II,    XVII| have felt for you was never hate; it was love warring against
5    II,    XVII|     a miserable assassin! I hate it so much that I will never
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