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"Beverley," he said, "oh, Beverley, s-she won't let me touch her"

And so stood a while with his face hidden in his griping hands

After a azed at him with that wide, awful, fixed stare, he strove as if to

speak; then, finding no words, turned suddenly upon his heel and

crossing the room, went into his bed-chamber and locked the door

Then Barnabas knelt beside that shaken, desolate figure and fain

would have co in a

passionate whisper, and the words she uttered were these: "Oh, God forgive him! Oh, God help him! Have mercy upon him, oh God

of Pity!"

And these words she whispered over and over again until, at length,

Barnabas reached out and touched her very gently

"Cleone!" he said

At the touch she rose and stood looking round the dingy roo, crossed unsteadily to the door

And when they reached the stair, Barnabas would have taken her hand

because of the dark, but she shrank away from him and shook her head

"Sir," said she very softly, "a murderer's sister needs no help, I