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AsshereadtheletteroverCharityunderstoodwhatitmusthavecosthimtowriteit.Hewasnottryingtoevadeanimportunateclaim;hewashonestlyandcontritelystrugglingbetweenopposingduties.Shedidnotevenreproachhiminherthoughtsforhavingconcealedfromherthathewasnotfree:shecouldnotseeanythingmorereprehensibleinhisconductthaninherown.Fromthefirstshehadneededhimmorethanhehadwantedher,andthepowerthathadsweptthemtogetherhadbeenasfarbeyondresistanceasagreatgalelooseningtheleavesoftheforest....Only,therestoodbetweenthem,fixedanduprightinthegeneralupheaval,theindestructiblefigureofAnnabelBalch....
Facetofacewithhisadmissionofthefact,shesatstaringattheletter.Acoldtremorranoverher,andthehardsobsstruggledupintoherthroatandshookherfromheadtofoot.Forawhileshewascaughtandtossedongreatwavesofanguishthatleftherhardlyconsciousofanythingbuttheblindstruggleagainsttheirassaults.Then,littlebylittle,shebegantorelive,withadreadfulpoignancy,eachseparatestageofherpoorromance.Foolishthingsshehadsaidcamebacktoher,gayanswersHarneyhadmade,hisfirstkissinthedarknessbetweenthefireworks,theirchoosingthebluebroochtogether,thewayhehadteasedheraboutthelettersshehaddroppedinherflightfromtheevangelist.Allthesememories,andathousandothers,hummedthroughherbraintillhisnearnessgrewsovividthatshefelthisfingersinherhair,andhiswarmbreathonhercheekashebentherheadbacklikeaflower.
