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"
Not
as
long
as
you
love
him
,
I
suppose
,
"
was
the
sullen
answer
.
"
I
shall
love
him
for
ever
!
"
she
cried
.
"
And
he
?
"
"
For
ever
,
too
!
"
"
He
had
better
.
"
She
shrank
from
him
.
Then
she
laughed
and
put
her
hand
on
his
arm
.
He
was
merely
a
boy
.
At
the
Marble
Arch
they
hailed
an
omnibus
,
which
left
them
close
to
their
shabby
home
in
the
Euston
Road
.
It
was
after
five
o'clock
,
and
Sibyl
had
to
lie
down
for
a
couple
of
hours
before
acting
.
Jim
insisted
that
she
should
do
so
.
He
said
that
he
would
sooner
part
with
her
when
their
mother
was
not
present
.
She
would
be
sure
to
make
a
scene
,
and
he
detested
scenes
of
every
kind
.
In
Sibyl
's
own
room
they
parted
.
There
was
jealousy
in
the
lad
's
heart
,
and
a
fierce
,
murderous
hatred
of
the
stranger
who
,
as
it
seemed
to
him
,
had
come
between
them
.
Yet
,
when
her
arms
were
flung
round
his
neck
,
and
her
fingers
strayed
through
his
hair
,
he
softened
,
and
kissed
her
with
real
affection
.
There
were
tears
in
his
eyes
as
he
went
downstairs
.
His
mother
was
waiting
for
him
below
.
She
grumbled
at
his
unpunctuality
,
as
he
entered
.
He
made
no
answer
,
but
sat
down
to
his
meagre
meal
.
The
flies
buzzed
round
the
table
,
and
crawled
over
the
stained
cloth
.
Through
the
rumble
of
omnibuses
,
and
the
clatter
of
street-cabs
,
he
could
hear
the
droning
voice
devouring
each
minute
that
was
left
to
him
.
After
some
time
,
he
thrust
away
his
plate
,
and
put
his
head
in
his
hands
.
He
felt
that
he
had
a
right
to
know
.
It
should
have
been
told
to
him
before
,
if
it
was
as
he
suspected
.
Leaden
with
fear
,
his
mother
watched
him
.
Words
dropped
mechanically
from
her
lips
.
A
tattered
lace
handkerchief
twitched
in
her
fingers
.
When
the
clock
struck
six
,
he
got
up
,
and
went
to
the
door
.
Then
he
turned
back
,
and
looked
at
her
.
Their
eyes
met
.
In
hers
he
saw
a
wild
appeal
for
mercy
.
It
enraged
him
.
