"No more! no more!" he exclaimed, with an uncontrollable burst
of emotion. "You torture me! I can stand it no longer! There is
nothing in your conjecture! There is no reason for your suspicions!
She is--"
"She? Ah!"
I could not suppress the involuntary exclamation. The truth seemed
to be at hand. I was premature. My utterance brought him to his
senses. He stopped, looked at me wildly for an instant, his eyes
dilated almost to bursting. He seemed suddenly to be conscious that
the secrets of his soul--its dark, uncommissioned secrets--were
about to force themselves into sight and speech; and unable, perhaps,
to arrest them in any other way he darted headlong from my presence.