"
"At least answer me one question without equivocation--do you love that
man?" He must ask that, know that; all else could wait.
An instant she stood before him motionless, a slight color creeping
back into her cheeks under his intense scrutiny. Then she uplifted her
eyes frankly to his own, and he looked down into their revealed depth.
"I do not," the low voice hard with decision. "I despise him."
"Have you ever loved him?"
"As God is my witness--no."
There was no possible disbelieving her; the absolute truthfulness of
that utterance was evidenced by trembling lips, by the upturned face.
Winston drew a deep breath of relief, his contracted brows
straightening. For one hesitating moment he remained speechless,
struggling for self-control. Merciful Heavens! would he ever
understand this woman? Would he ever fathom her full nature? ever rend
the false from the true? The deepening, baffling mystery served merely
to stimulate ambition, to strengthen his unwavering purpose.
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