Should She Have Left Him? — page 50: what you’re looking at

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44 SHOULD SHE HAVE LEFT HIM? “The whole of the dreadful story,” she replied. “And you know what it all means to your” “1 know what it all means to me.” There was no flinching in her looks or demeanor. “You have no words of blame or censure for mer” “None; except that you sent Mr. Magrane to teil me the story instead of coming yourself.” This was so different from what he had made sure he would meet that he was confused. He passed his hand over his eyes as if he would brush away the mists that seemed to obscure his senses. “Come,” she said, as she took his hand and led him to the chair she had occupied when listening to Magrane, gently urging him into it. Then bringing a low stool, which she placed at his feet, she seated herself on it, leaning her arms upon his knees. Looking up into his eyes, as if she would search the innermost recesses of his mind, she said: “In this dreadful crisis of our lives, you and I must find out what our oe is—our duty to each other, to ourselves.” He laid a trembling hand upon her head and gently stroked her soft silken hair. “TI have ruined your life,” was the reply he made. “No,” she said soberly and quietly; “it is for you to decide now whether you will ruin it or not.” Her manner was so calm, her mood so quiet, and she was in such possession of herself, that, failing to comprehend her, Trescotte’s confusion was increased rather than lessened. Comicboolkk<s C@© 3}