Her head sank on her breast. Her voice was
husky as she tried to speak.
"Then----" She broke off with a gesture of despair, and turned
away toward the door by which she had entered.
But, with a movement of great swiftness, Garson got in front of
her, and barred her going. For a few seconds the two stared at
each other searchingly as if learning new and strange things,
each of the other. In the girl's expression was an outraged
wonder and a great terror. In the man's was a half-shamed pride,
as if he exulted in the strength with which he had been able to
maintain his will against her supreme effort to overthrow it.
"You can't go," Garson said sharply. "You might be caught."
"And if I were," Mary demanded in a flash of indignation, "do you
think I'd tell?"
There came an abrupt change in the hard face of the man. Into
the piercing eyes flamed a softer fire of tenderness. The firm
mouth grew strangely gentle as he replied, and his voice was
overtoned with faith.
"Of course not, Mary," he said. "I know you.
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