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She summoned the heorines from the books she had read and the lyric host of these unchaste women began their chorus in her memory, sister-voices, enticing her. She merged into her own imagining, playing a real part, realizing that long dream of her youth, seeing herself as one of those great lovers she had so long envied. Indeed, Emma felt the satisfaction of revenge. Had she not suffered enough? This was her moment of triumph, and love, so long sealed in, poured out in a copious fizzing rush. She savoured it without remorse, without anxiety, without worry.