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He
tore
the
slip
of
paper
in
two
and
tossed
the
fragments
across
the
desk
to
Glennard
.
Then
he
turned
and
walked
out
of
the
office
.
Glennard
dropped
his
head
on
his
hands
.
If
he
had
hoped
to
restore
his
self
-
respect
by
the
simple
expedient
of
assailing
Flamel
’
s
,
the
result
had
not
justified
his
expectation
The
blow
he
had
struck
had
blunted
the
edge
of
his
anger
,
and
the
unforeseen
extent
of
the
hurt
inflicted
did
not
alter
the
fact
that
his
weapon
had
broken
in
his
hands
.
He
saw
now
that
his
rage
against
Flamel
was
only
the
last
projection
of
a
passionate
self
-
disgust
.
This
consciousness
did
not
dull
his
dislike
of
the
man
;
it
simply
made
reprisals
ineffectual
.
Flamel
’
s
unwillingness
to
quarrel
with
him
was
the
last
stage
of
his
abasement
.
In
the
light
of
this
final
humiliation
his
assumption
of
his
wife
’
s
indifference
struck
him
as
hardly
so
fatuous
as
the
sentimental
resuscitation
of
his
past
.
He
had
been
living
in
a
factitious
world
wherein
his
emotions
were
the
sycophants
of
his
vanity
,
and
it
was
with
instinctive
relief
that
he
felt
its
ruins
crash
about
his
head
.
It
was
nearly
dark
when
he
left
his
office
,
and
he
walked
slowly
homeward
in
the
complete
mental
abeyance
that
follows
on
such
a
crisis
.
He
was
not
aware
that
he
was
thinking
of
his
wife
;
yet
when
he
reached
his
own
door
he
found
that
,
in
the
involuntary
readjustment
of
his
vision
,
she
had
once
more
become
the
central
point
of
consciousness
.
It
had
never
before
occurred
to
him
that
she
might
,
after
all
,
have
missed
the
purport
of
the
document
he
had
put
in
her
way
.
What
if
,
in
her
hurried
inspection
of
the
papers
,
she
had
passed
it
over
as
related
to
the
private
business
of
some
client
?
What
,
for
instance
,
was
to
prevent
her
concluding
that
Glennard
was
the
counsel
of
the
unknown
person
who
had
sold
the
“
Aubyn
Letters
.
”
The
subject
was
one
not
likely
to
fix
her
attention
—
she
was
not
a
curious
woman
.
Glennard
at
this
point
laid
down
his
fork
and
glanced
at
her
between
the
candle
-
shades
.
The
alternative
explanation
of
her
indifference
was
not
slow
in
presenting
itself
.
Her
head
had
the
same
listening
droop
as
when
he
had
caught
sight
of
her
the
day
before
in
Flamel
’
s
company
;
the
attitude
revived
the
vividness
of
his
impression
.
It
was
simple
enough
,
after
all
.
She
had
ceased
to
care
for
him
because
she
cared
for
someone
else
.
As
he
followed
her
upstairs
he
felt
a
sudden
stirring
of
his
dormant
anger
.
His
sentiments
had
lost
all
their
factitious
complexity
.
He
had
already
acquitted
her
of
any
connivance
in
his
baseness
,
and
he
felt
only
that
he
loved
her
and
that
she
had
escaped
him
.
This
was
now
,
strangely
enough
,
his
dominating
thought
:
the
consciousness
that
he
and
she
had
passed
through
the
fusion
of
love
and
had
emerged
from
it
as
incommunicably
apart
as
though
the
transmutation
had
never
taken
place
.
Every
other
passion
,
he
mused
,
left
some
mark
upon
the
nature
;
but
love
passed
like
the
flight
of
a
ship
across
the
waters
.
She
sank
into
her
usual
seat
near
the
lamp
,
and
he
leaned
against
the
chimney
,
moving
about
with
an
inattentive
hand
the
knick
-
knacks
on
the
mantel
.
Suddenly
he
caught
sight
of
her
reflection
in
the
mirror
.
She
was
looking
at
him
.
He
turned
and
their
eyes
met
.
