He conducted her through the dangers of the quayside. Her sight was dim.

A moving truck was like a mountain gliding by. Men passed by as if in a

mist; and the buildings, the sheds, the unexpected open spaces, the

ships, had strange, distorted, dangerous shapes. She said to herself

that it was good not to be bothered with what all these things meant in

the scheme of creation (if indeed anything had a meaning), or were just

piled-up matter without any sense. She felt how she had always been

unrelated to this world. She was hanging on to it merely by that one arm

grasped firmly just above the elbow. It was a captivity. So be it. Till

they got out into the street and saw the hansom waiting outside the gates

Anthony spoke only once, beginning brusquely but in a much gentler tone

than she had ever heard from his lips.

"Of course I ought to have known that you could not care for a man like

me, a stranger. Silence gives consent. Yes? Eh? I don't want any of

that sort of consent. And unless some day you find you can speak . . .

No! No! I shall never ask you. For all the sign I will give you you

may go to your grave with sealed lips. But what I have said you must

do!"

He bent his head over her with tender care. At the same time she felt

her arm pressed and shaken inconspicuously, but in an undeniable manner.

"You must do it." A little shake that no passer-by could notice; and

this was going on in a deserted part of the dock. "It must be done. You

are listening to me--eh? or would you go again to my sister?"

His ironic tone, perhaps from want of use, had an awful grating ferocity.

"Would you go to her?" he pursued in the same strange voice. "Your best

friend! And say nicely--I am sorry. Would you? No! You couldn't.

There are things that even you, poor dear lost girl, couldn't stand. Eh?

Die rather. That's it. Of course. Or can you be thinking of taking

your father to that infernal cousin's house. No! Don't speak. I can't

bear to think of it. I would follow you there and smash the door!"

The catch in his voice astonished her by its resemblance to a sob. It

frightened her too. The thought that came to her head was: "He mustn't."

He was putting her into the hansom. "Oh! He mustn't, he mustn't." She

was still more frightened by the discovery that he was shaking all over.

Bewildered, shrinking into the far off corner, avoiding his eyes, she yet

saw the quivering of his mouth and made a wild attempt at a smile, which

broke the rigidity of her lips and set her teeth chattering suddenly.




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