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The sas standing out on his forehead and his hands were clenched

with the effort he was , but her head was buried in her hands,

and she did not see the torture in his face, she only heard his soft,

low voice inexorably decreeing her fate and shutting her out from

happiness in quiet almost indifferent tones

She shuddered convulsively "Aho!" she wailed

He looked up sharply, his face livid, and tore her hands from her face

"Good God! You don't asped hoarsely,

looking down at her with a great fear in his eyes

She guessed what he meant and the color rushed into her face The

temptation to lie to him and let the consequences rest with the future

was almost more than she could resist One little word and she would be

in his armsbut afterwards----? It was the fear of the afterwards

that kept her silent The colour slowly drained froo her wrists with a quick sigh of relief and wiped the

perspiration from his face Then he laid his hand on her shoulder and

pushed her gently towards the inner room For ahis, but he would not ht line she kneell, and