He fixed it. Hardened as he may be, that would touch him. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. From the Sha-mien to the yacht, Spurlock had uttered no word; though, even in the semi-darkness, no gesture or word of Ruth's escaped him. But you——” Something seemed to catch his breath. One realized indeed then where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but through which one saw—nothing. Capes agreed with the utmost cordiality. I sat within a few feet of him. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. But when all was over, a sorrowful calm succeeded, and, if not free from grief, she was tranquil. His tie had demanded a struggle; he ought to have taken a clean one after his first failure.
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