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Miles
,
standing
the
night
before
in
the
desolate
house
of
the
Mountain
,
and
reading
out
of
the
same
book
words
that
had
the
same
dread
sound
of
finality
:
“
I
require
and
charge
you
both
,
as
ye
will
answer
at
the
dreadful
day
of
judgment
when
the
secrets
of
all
hearts
shall
be
disclosed
,
that
if
either
of
you
know
any
impediment
whereby
ye
may
not
be
lawfully
joined
together
.
.
.
”
Charity
raised
her
eyes
and
met
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
.
They
were
still
looking
at
her
kindly
and
steadily
.
“
I
will
!
”
she
heard
him
say
a
moment
later
,
after
another
interval
of
words
that
she
had
failed
to
catch
.
She
was
so
busy
trying
to
understand
the
gestures
that
the
clergyman
was
signalling
to
her
to
make
that
she
no
longer
heard
what
was
being
said
.
After
another
interval
the
lady
on
the
bench
stood
up
,
and
taking
her
hand
put
it
in
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
.
It
lay
enclosed
in
his
strong
palm
and
she
felt
a
ring
that
was
too
big
for
her
being
slipped
on
her
thin
finger
.
She
understood
then
that
she
was
married
.
.
.
.
Late
that
afternoon
Charity
sat
alone
in
a
bedroom
of
the
fashionable
hotel
where
she
and
Harney
had
vainly
sought
a
table
on
the
Fourth
of
July
.
She
had
never
before
been
in
so
handsomely
furnished
a
room
.
The
mirror
above
the
dressing
-
table
reflected
the
high
head
-
board
and
fluted
pillow
-
slips
of
the
double
bed
,
and
a
bedspread
so
spotlessly
white
that
she
had
hesitated
to
lay
her
hat
and
jacket
on
it
.
The
humming
radiator
diffused
an
atmosphere
of
drowsy
warmth
,
and
through
a
half
-
open
door
she
saw
the
glitter
of
the
nickel
taps
above
twin
marble
basins
.
For
a
while
the
long
turmoil
of
the
night
and
day
had
slipped
away
from
her
and
she
sat
with
closed
eyes
,
surrendering
herself
to
the
spell
of
warmth
and
silence
.
But
presently
this
merciful
apathy
was
succeeded
by
the
sudden
acuteness
of
vision
with
which
sick
people
sometimes
wake
out
of
a
heavy
sleep
.
As
she
opened
her
eyes
they
rested
on
the
picture
that
hung
above
the
bed
.
It
was
a
large
engraving
with
a
dazzling
white
margin
enclosed
in
a
wide
frame
of
bird
’
s
-
eye
maple
with
an
inner
scroll
of
gold
.
The
engraving
represented
a
young
man
in
a
boat
on
a
lake
over
-
hung
with
trees
.
He
was
leaning
over
to
gather
water
-
lilies
for
the
girl
in
a
light
dress
who
lay
among
the
cushions
in
the
stern
.
The
scene
was
full
of
a
drowsy
midsummer
radiance
,
and
Charity
averted
her
eyes
from
it
and
,
rising
from
her
chair
,
began
to
wander
restlessly
about
the
room
.
It
was
on
the
fifth
floor
,
and
its
broad
window
of
plate
glass
looked
over
the
roofs
of
the
town
.
Beyond
them
stretched
a
wooded
landscape
in
which
the
last
fires
of
sunset
were
picking
out
a
steely
gleam
.
Charity
gazed
at
the
gleam
with
startled
eyes
.
Even
through
the
gathering
twilight
she
recognized
the
contour
of
the
soft
hills
encircling
it
,
and
the
way
the
meadows
sloped
to
its
edge
.
It
was
Nettleton
Lake
that
she
was
looking
at
.
She
stood
a
long
time
in
the
window
staring
out
at
the
fading
water
.
The
sight
of
it
had
roused
her
for
the
first
time
to
a
realization
of
what
she
had
done
.
Even
the
feeling
of
the
ring
on
her
hand
had
not
brought
her
this
sharp
sense
of
the
irretrievable
.
For
an
instant
the
old
impulse
of
flight
swept
through
her
;
but
it
was
only
the
lift
of
a
broken
wing
.
She
heard
the
door
open
behind
her
,
and
Mr
.
Royall
came
in
.
He
had
gone
to
the
barber
’
s
to
be
shaved
,
and
his
shaggy
grey
hair
had
been
trimmed
and
smoothed
.
He
moved
strongly
and
quickly
,
squaring
his
shoulders
and
carrying
his
head
high
,
as
if
he
did
not
want
to
pass
unnoticed
.
“
What
are
you
doing
in
the
dark
?
”
he
called
out
in
a
cheerful
voice
.
Charity
made
no
answer
.
He
went
up
to
the
window
to
draw
the
blind
,
and
putting
his
finger
on
the
wall
flooded
the
room
with
a
blaze
of
light
from
the
central
chandelier
.
In
this
unfamiliar
illumination
husband
and
wife
faced
each
other
awkwardly
for
a
moment
;
then
Mr
.
Royall
said
:
“
We
’
ll
step
down
and
have
some
supper
,
if
you
say
so
.
”
