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“
I
think
you
ought
to
tell
me
what
you
mean
to
do
.
”
She
raised
her
head
and
gave
him
back
his
look
.
“
Nothing
I
do
can
help
Owen
!
”
“
No
;
but
things
can
’
t
go
on
like
this
.
”
He
paused
,
as
if
to
measure
his
words
.
“
I
fill
you
with
aversion
,
”
he
exclaimed
.
She
started
up
,
half
-
sobbing
.
“
No
—
oh
,
no
!
”
“
Poor
child
—
you
can
’
t
see
your
face
!
”
She
lifted
her
hands
as
if
to
hide
it
,
and
turning
away
from
him
bowed
her
head
upon
the
mantel
-
shelf
.
She
felt
that
he
was
standing
a
little
way
behind
her
,
but
he
made
no
attempt
to
touch
her
or
come
nearer
.
“
I
know
you
’
ve
felt
as
I
’
ve
felt
,
”
he
said
in
a
low
voice
—
“
that
we
belong
to
each
other
and
that
nothing
can
alter
that
.
But
other
thoughts
come
,
and
you
can
’
t
banish
them
.
Whenever
you
see
me
you
remember
.
.
.
you
associate
me
with
things
you
abhor
.
.
.
.
You
’
ve
been
generous
—
immeasurably
.
You
’
ve
given
me
all
the
chances
a
woman
could
;
but
if
it
’
s
only
made
you
suffer
,
what
’
s
the
use
?
”
She
turned
to
him
with
a
tear
-
stained
face
.
“
It
hasn
’
t
only
done
that
.
”
“
Oh
,
no
!
I
know
.
.
.
.
There
’
ve
been
moments
.
.
.
”
He
took
her
hand
and
raised
it
to
his
lips
.
“
They
’
ll
be
with
me
as
long
as
I
live
.
But
I
can
’
t
see
you
paying
such
a
price
for
them
.
I
’
m
not
worth
what
I
’
m
costing
you
.
”
She
continued
to
gaze
at
him
through
tear
-
dilated
eyes
;
and
suddenly
she
flung
out
the
question
:
“
Wasn
’
t
it
the
Athénée
you
took
her
to
that
evening
?
”
