The Man in Possession — page 149: what you’re looking at

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144 THE MAN IN POSSESSION. that silent figure standing in its midst. Standing with outstretched hand which she refused to touch as she coldly said, ‘‘ Good-bye.” He watched her till the last gleam of daffodil satin passed from his sight. Then | No, he did not sink into a chair and bury his face in his hands, he did not pace the room and mutter savagely of ‘‘ curséd Fate “—in fact, he did nothing that the conventional and proper-minded hero does who sees his hopes blighted in their ‘‘ first fair promise.” He simply walked to the mantelpiece, took a cigarette, lighted it, looked slowly, steadily round the room, as if he was mentally retracing all that had passed within its walls, and then he left it. Did he grieve, despair, or hope still? If so, he and his own heart alone knew. He was very quiet, very humble, very much ashamed of.the position in which he had placed himself, but he was a young man not easily daunted, and a young man who was very determined. COMicloe (Sri C(O)