Will you kill it because you are good? Will you be
brave, quixotic, but not pitiful? . . . No, no, no!" she had said, as his
hand was upon the gate, "I will not go unless you promise that you will
hide the truth, if you can." She had laid her hand upon his shoulder with
an agonised impulse. "You will hide it for a girl who will cherish your
memory her whole life long. Ah--God bless you!"
She had felt that she conquered before he spoke as, indeed, he did not
speak, but nodded his head and murmured something indistinctly. But that
did not matter, for she had won; she had a feeling that all would be
well. Then he had placed her in her carriage, and she was driven swiftly
away, saying to herself half hysterically: "I am safe, I am safe. He will
keep his word."
Her safety and his promise were the new factor which changed the equation
for which Kaid would presently ask the satisfaction. David's life had
suddenly come upon problems for which his whole past was no preparation.
Conscience, which had been his guide in every situation, was now
disarmed, disabled, and routed.
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