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Irene still met him, he was certain; where, or how, he neither knew, nor

asked; deterred by a vague and secret dread of too e It

all seemed subterranean nowadays

Sometimes when he questioned his wife as to where she had been, which

he still , as every Forsyte should, she looked very

strange Her self-possession onderful, but there were moments when,

behind the mask of her face, inscrutable as it had always been to him,

lurked an expression he had never been used to see there

She had taken to lunching out too; when he asked Bilson if her mistress

had been in to lunch, as often as not she would answer: "No, sir"

He strongly disapproved of her gadding about by herself, and told her

so But she took no notice There was soered, amazed,

yet alarded his

wishes It was really as if she were hugging to herself the thought of a

triumph over him

He rose fro

upstairs, entered her room, for she did not lock her doors till

bed-tis of the

servants She was brushing her hair, and turned to hie

fierceness