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He
loosened
his
grasp
of
her
--
she
fell
back
from
him
pale
and
terrified
--
for
there
was
something
now
in
the
dark
beauty
of
his
face
that
was
unnatural
and
appalling
.
A
sombre
shadow
clouded
his
brows
--
his
eyes
had
gleams
in
them
as
of
fire
--
and
a
smile
was
on
his
lips
,
half
tender
,
half
cruel
.
His
strange
expression
moved
even
me
to
a
sense
of
fear
,
and
I
shivered
with
sudden
cold
,
though
the
air
was
warm
and
balmy
.
Slowly
retreating
,
Mavis
moved
away
,
looking
round
at
him
now
and
then
as
she
went
,
in
wistful
wonder
and
alarm
--
till
in
a
minute
or
two
her
slight
figure
in
its
shimmering
silken
white
robe
,
had
vanished
among
the
trees
.
I
lingered
,
hesitating
and
uncertain
what
to
do
--
then
finally
determining
to
get
back
to
the
house
if
possible
without
being
noticed
,
I
made
one
step
,
when
Lucio
's
voice
,
scarcely
raised
,
addressed
me
--
"
Well
,
eavesdropper
!
Why
did
you
not
come
out
of
the
shadow
of
that
elm-tree
and
see
the
play
to
a
better
advantage
?
"
Surprised
and
confused
,
I
advanced
,
mumbling
some
unintelligible
excuse
.
"
You
saw
a
pretty
bit
of
acting
here
,
"
he
went
on
,
striking
a
match
and
lighting
a
cigar
the
while
he
regarded
me
coolly
,
his
eyes
twinkling
with
their
usual
mockery
--
"
you
know
my
theory
,
that
all
men
and
all
women
are
purchasable
for
gold
?
Well
,
I
wanted
to
try
Mavis
Clare
.
She
rejected
all
my
advantageous
offers
,
as
you
must
have
heard
,
and
I
could
only
make
matters
smooth
by
asking
her
to
pray
for
me
.
That
I
did
this
very
melodramatically
I
hope
you
will
admit
?
A
woman
of
that
dreamy
idealistic
temperament
always
likes
to
imagine
that
there
is
a
man
who
is
grateful
for
her
prayers
!
"
"
You
seemed
very
much
in
earnest
about
it
!
"
I
said
,
vexed
with
myself
that
he
had
caught
me
spying
.
"
Why
,
of
course
!
"
he
responded
,
thrusting
his
arm
familiarly
through
mine
--
"
I
had
an
audience
!
Two
fastidious
critics
of
dramatic
art
heard
me
rant
my
rantings
--
I
had
to
do
my
best
!
"
"
Two
critics
?
"
I
repeated
perplexedly
.
"
Yes
.
You
on
one
side
--
Lady
Sibyl
on
the
other
.
Lady
Sibyl
rose
,
after
the
custom
of
fashionable
beauties
at
the
opera
,
before
the
last
scene
,
in
order
to
get
home
in
good
time
for
supper
!
"
He
laughed
wildly
and
discordantly
,
and
I
felt
desperately
uncomfortable
.
"
You
must
be
mistaken
Lucio
--
"
I
said
--
"
That
I
listened
I
admit
--
and
it
was
wrong
of
me
to
do
so
--
but
my
wife
would
never
condescend
...
"
