knew the truth at last. She hated him and wished never to see him again. Yes, she was thankful that it was all over. Why couldn’t he leave her alone? He had pestered her into marrying him and now she was fed up.
“Fed up,” she repeated trembling anger. “Fed up! Fed up!”
She heard the car draw up to the gate of their garden. He was coming up the stairs.
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HE came into the room. Her heart was beating, wildly and her hands were shaking; it was lucky that she lay on the sofa. She was holding an open book as though she had been reading. He stood for an instant on the threshold and their eyes met. Her heart sank; she felt on a sudden a cold chill pass through her limbs and she shivered. She had that feeling which you describe by saying that some one was walking over your grave. His face was deathly pale; she had seen it like that once before, when they sat together in the Park and he asked her to marry him. His dark eyes, immobile and inscrutable, seemed preternaturally large. He knew everything.
“You’re back early,” she remarked.
Her lips trembled so that she could hardly frame the words. She was terrified. She was afraid she would faint.
“I think it’s about the usual time.”
