The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. That is why I would not marry this man whom I did and whom I do care for a little. . . There was a moment’s breathless and disappointed silence. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said.
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