We
might never have met again."
Suddenly she gave a low, hysterical laugh. "You think you hide the real
thing from me. I know I'm ignorant and selfish and feeble-minded, but I
can see farther than you think. You want to tell the truth about--about
it, because you are honest and hate hiding things, because you want to be
punished, and so pay the price. Oh, I can understand! If it were not for
me you would not. . . . " With a sudden wild impulse she got to her feet.
"And you shall not," she cried. "I will not have it." Colour came rushing
to her cheeks.
"I will not have it. I will not put myself so much in your debt. I will
not demand so much of you. I will face it all. I will stand alone."
There was a touch of indignation in her voice. Somehow she seemed moved
to anger against him. Her hands were clasped at her side rigidly, her
pulses throbbing. He stood looking at her fixedly, as though trying to
realise her. His silence agitated her still further, and she spoke
excitedly:
"I could have, would have, killed him myself without a moment's regret.
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