Out of the Past — page 126: what you’re looking at

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Out of the Past. 123 like danger and woke me twice with such terror that I had to sit up, light my candles and read. I did not fall asleep until late in the morning.” “Curious! It was danger, and I have come to tell you.” She stood still. “Were you hurt?” “No. I think I am better for it—not such a consum- ‘ mate fool as I have been.” “That does not help me to understand you.” “No—but you see I am getting myself up to the point where I can hold on. I want to say first that I tell you because I am anxious you should understand me thor- - oughly, and am even more anxious that there should be no halo of perfection about me to you. I do not want to be overrated by the woman I[ love—if I can help it.” He did not look to see the color mounting beautifully over her face nor to see how lustrous her serious eyes had become. “Now then!” he said, as though standing up to a physical contest. He whirled round and faced her with his story, treating himself without favor to the end. Breathing deeply, she said: “That was right. But it must have been frightful to do at the last—to overcome so much.” For a moment she mused to herself before saying: “Then M. Vignaud sent her away night before last. I thought he might.” With delicious candor she CONNICLOOOKS