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The Truth at Last. 193 frowning brows. ‘A mischievous, mad beast! If I were not sure that you are mad I[ would kill you!’ “You shall kill me if you like. I am yours to do what you will with. But I am only mad with love for you, Dorothy. Otherwise, I am as sane as you are. Now sit down quietly, darling, and listen to me. I will promise, if you like, not to touch you until we have talked this thing out—though you will have to get used to my touch soon, and will grow to love it. ‘There, I will sit right over in the opposite corner. Before the train stops we must come to an understanding.” She sat crouched in her corner, waiching him. Deadly hate and horror such as she might have felt against some poisonous snake, fastened her fascinated gaze upon him. To her his beautifully moulded, boyish-looking face was the most hideous thing she had ever gazed upon, and each movement of his slender hands filled her with.a sick repulsion. She knew now why her woman’s instinct, that sure guide and protector given to her sex, had repeatedly warned her against this man, prompting her to disbelieve in his apparent kindness and generosity, to resent his touch, and to shrink from the love in his eyes. This was the heartless villain who had broken Phyllis’ heart, ruined her life, and left her to starve; even now she might well die and he would be her murderer. Dorothy had to dig her nails into the palms of her hands at the thought, so passionately strong did the impulse rise within her to fasten her fingers in that man’s throat and force the craven life out of him. “We must look at things as a man and woman of the world,” he began in those slow, musical tones of his, which poor Phyllis had so much loved. “Owing to my father’s unnatural conduct against me, for more than seven years, ever since I was four-and-twenty, I have had to lead a dog’s life, utterly unsuited to a man of my birth and breed- EComicboo “S (E(0)