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Chapter 30

           Theretherebeforemeinthefullmoonlight,withthecoloursoftheredandbluerobesofthepaintedsaintsonthewindowglowingblood-likeandazureabouther,kneltmywifearrayedinadiaphanousgarmentoffilmywhitewhichbetrayedratherthanconcealedtheoutlineofherformherwealthofhairfallingaboutherinwilddisorderherhandsclaspedinsupplicationherpalefaceupturned;andabovehertoweredthedarkimposingfigureofLucio!Istaredatthetwainwithdryburningeyeswhatdidthisportend?Wasshemywifefalse?Washemyfriendatraitor?

           "Patience——patience!——"Imutteredtomyself—"Thisisapieceofactingdoubtless——suchaschancedtheothernightwithMavisClare!——patience!——letushearthis——thiscomedy!"And,drawingmyselfcloseupagainstthewall,Ileanedthere,scarcelydrawingbreath,waitingforhervoiceforhis;whentheyspokeIshouldknow——yes,Ishouldknowall!AndIfastenedmylooksonthemastheystoodtherevaguelywonderingeveninmytenseanguish,atthefearfullightonLucio’sfacealightwhichcouldscarcelybethereflectionofthemoon,ashebackedthewindowandatthescornofhisfrowningbrows.

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