He was walking to and fro, silent and white under his self-control.

She, seated, gazed at him as though stunned, but every pulse was

riotously unsteady.

"I suppose you think me crazy," he said hoarsely, "but I've not

known a moment's peace of mind since that night--not one! I

couldn't keep away any longer. I can't even hold my tongue now,

though I suppose it's ruining me every time I move it. It's a

crazy thing to come here and say what I'm saying."

He went over and sat down again, and bent his dark gaze on the

floor. Then:

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"Can you forgive what I have done to you?"

She tried to answer, and only made a sign of faint assent. She no

longer comprehended herself or the emotions menacing her. A

curious tranquillity quieted her at moments--intervals in which she

seemed to sit apart watching the development of another woman,

listening to her own speech, patient with her own silences. There

was a droop to her shoulders now; his own were sagging as he leaned

slightly forward in his chair, arms resting on his knees, while

around them the magic ebbed, eddied, ebbed; and lassitude succeeded

tension; and she stirred, looked up at him with eyes that seemed

dazed at first, then widened slowly into waking; and he saw in them

the first clear dawn of alarm. Suddenly she flushed and sprang to

her feet, the bright colour surging to her hair.

"Don't!" he said. "Don't reason! There will be nothing left of me

if you do--or of, these moments. You will hate them--and me, if

you reason. Don't think--until we see each other again!"

She dropped her eyes slowly, and slowly shook her head.

"You ask too much," she said. "You should not have said that."

All the glamour was fading. Her senses were seeking their balance

after the incredible storm that had whirled them into chaos.

Fear stirred sharply, then consternation--flashes of panic pierced

her with darts of shame, as though she had been in physical contact

with this man.

All her outraged soul leaped to arms, quivering now under the

reaction; the man's mere presence was becoming unendurable; the

room stifled her. She turned, scarce knowing what she was doing;

and at the same moment her sister-in-law entered.

Berkley, already on his feet, turned short: and when she offered

him a hand as slim and white as Ailsa's, he glanced inquiringly at

the latter, not at all certain who this charming woman might be.




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