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"Fro at hi me?"

Her profile did not stir, but he saw a tear overflow on her lashes and hang in airreparable harm Don't let us be like all the others!" she protested

"What others? I don't profess to be different fros"

She glanced at him with a kind of terror, and he saw a faint colour steal into her cheeks

"Shall I--once coo home?" she suddenly hazarded in a low clear voice

The blood rushed to the youngIt seemed as if he held his heart in his hands, like a full cup that the least ht overbrim

Then her last phrase struck his ear and his face clouded "Go ho home?"

"Home to my husband"

"And you expect me to say yes to that?"

She raised her troubled eyes to his "What else is there? I can't stay here and lie to the people who've been good to me"

"But that's the very reason why I ask you to come away!"

"And destroy their lives, when they've helpedto his feet and stood looking down on her in inarticulate despair It would have been easy to say: "Yes, come; come once" He knew the power she would put in his hands if she consented; there would be no difficulty then in persuading her not to go back to her husband

But so silenced the word on his lips A sort of passionate honesty in her made it inconceivable that he should try to draw her into that familiar trap "If I were to let her coain" And that was not to be iined

But he saw the shadow of the lashes on her wet cheek, and wavered

"After all," he began again, "we have lives of our own There's no use attes, so used, as you say, to looking at the Gorgon, that I don't knohy you're afraid to face our case, and see it as it really is--unless you think the sacrifice is not worthunder a rapid frown

"Call it that, then--Iher little watch froht her by the wrist "Well, then: co suddenly at the thought of losing her; and for a second or two they looked at each other almost like enemies