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“
Yes
.
”
He
looked
at
her
immovable
face
.
“
Had
you
suspected
—
before
?
”
was
slowly
wrung
from
him
.
“
At
times
—
yes
—
”
Her
voice
dropped
to
a
whisper
.
“
Why
?
From
anything
that
was
said
—
?
”
There
was
a
shade
of
pity
in
her
glance
.
“
No
one
said
anything
—
no
one
told
me
anything
.
”
She
looked
away
from
him
.
“
It
was
your
manner
—
”
“
My
manner
?
”
“
Whenever
the
book
was
mentioned
.
Things
you
said
—
once
or
twice
—
your
irritation
—
I
can
’
t
explain
—
”
Glennard
,
unconsciously
,
had
moved
nearer
.
He
breathed
like
a
man
who
has
been
running
.
“
You
knew
,
then
,
you
knew
”
—
he
stammered
.
The
avowal
of
her
love
for
Flamel
would
have
hurt
him
less
,
would
have
rendered
her
less
remote
.
“
You
knew
—
you
knew
—
”
he
repeated
;
and
suddenly
his
anguish
gathered
voice
.
“
My
God
!
”
he
cried
,
“
you
suspected
it
first
,
you
say
—
and
then
you
knew
it
—
this
damnable
,
this
accursed
thing
;
you
knew
it
months
ago
—
it
’
s
months
since
I
put
that
paper
in
your
way
—
and
yet
you
’
ve
done
nothing
,
you
’
ve
said
nothing
,
you
’
ve
made
no
sign
,
you
’
ve
lived
alongside
of
me
as
if
it
had
made
no
difference
—
no
difference
in
either
of
our
lives
.
What
are
you
made
of
,
I
wonder
?
Don
’
t
you
see
the
hideous
ignominy
of
it
?
Don
’
t
you
see
how
you
’
ve
shared
in
my
disgrace
?
Or
haven
’
t
you
any
sense
of
shame
?
”
He
preserved
sufficient
lucidity
,
as
the
words
poured
from
him
,
to
see
how
fatally
they
invited
her
derision
;
but
something
told
him
they
had
both
passed
beyond
the
phase
of
obvious
retaliations
,
and
that
if
any
chord
in
her
responded
it
would
not
be
that
of
scorn
.
