. For some seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and neither spoke. . “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. Hetty, who had periods of lucid expression, put the thing for her from her pillow. . ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. And her kind of love forgives everything and anything but infidelity. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Not wisely but too well.
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