SANCTUARY
She drew a deep breath of reassurance.
He was safe, after all! And all else, for a moment, seemed to swing below the rim of her world.
"Your mother—?" she then said, with a fresh start of fear.
"It's not my mother." They had reached the terrace, and he moved toward the house. "Let us go indoors. There's such a beastly glare out here."
He seemed to find relief in the cool obscurity of the drawing-room, where, after the brightness of the afternoon light, their faces were almost indistinguishable to each other. She sat down, and he moved a few paces away. Before the writing-table he paused to look at the neatly sorted heaps of wedding-cards.
"They are to be sent out to-morrow?"
"Yes."
He turned back and stood before her.
"It's about the woman," he began ab-
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