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"
Oh
,
but
couldn
’
t
you
tell
by
her
face
?
"
I
shook
my
head
.
I
could
only
repeat
that
by
no
word
,
by
no
hinted
gesture
,
had
she
given
an
indication
of
her
feelings
.
He
must
know
better
than
I
how
great
were
her
powers
of
self
-
control
.
He
clasped
his
hands
emotionally
.
"
Oh
,
I
’
m
so
frightened
.
I
know
something
is
going
to
happen
,
something
terrible
,
and
I
can
do
nothing
to
stop
it
.
"
"
What
sort
of
thing
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
he
moaned
,
seizing
his
head
with
his
hands
.
"
I
foresee
some
terrible
catastrophe
.
"
Stroeve
had
always
been
excitable
,
but
now
he
was
beside
himself
;
there
was
no
reasoning
with
him
.
I
thought
it
probable
enough
that
Blanche
Stroeve
would
not
continue
to
find
life
with
Strickland
tolerable
,
but
one
of
the
falsest
of
proverbs
is
that
you
must
lie
on
the
bed
that
you
have
made
.
The
experience
of
life
shows
that
people
are
constantly
doing
things
which
must
lead
to
disaster
,
and
yet
by
some
chance
manage
to
evade
the
result
of
their
folly
.
When
Blanche
quarrelled
with
Strickland
she
had
only
to
leave
him
,
and
her
husband
was
waiting
humbly
to
forgive
and
forget
.
I
was
not
prepared
to
feel
any
great
sympathy
for
her
.
"
You
see
,
you
don
’
t
love
her
,
"
said
Stroeve
.
"
After
all
,
there
’
s
nothing
to
prove
that
she
is
unhappy
.
For
all
we
know
they
may
have
settled
down
into
a
most
domestic
couple
.
"
Stroeve
gave
me
a
look
with
his
woeful
eyes
.
