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he was torturing him past endurance. He even madly hoped that he could scare her away. But Sybil made no move to go. She sat quite still for a few seconds. Then slowly she went down upon her knees beside his pillow. "Brett," she said, and he felt her breath quick and tremulous upon his face as she spoke, "you may refuse to believe what I say. But--I can convince you without words." And before he knew her meaning, she had pressed her quivering lips to his. He recoiled, with an anguished sound that was half of protest and half of unutterable pain. "Do you want to die too?" he said. "Or don't you know the risk?" "Yes, I know it," she answered. "I know it," and in her voice was such a thrill of passion as he had never heard or thought to hear from her. "But I know this, too, and I mean that you shall know it. My life is nothing to me--do you understand?--nothing, unless you share it. Now--will you believe me?" Yes, he believed her then. He had no choice. The knowledge was as a sword cutting its way straight to his heart. He tried to answer her, tried desperately hard, because he knew that she was waiting for him to speak, that his silence would hurt her who from that day forward he would never hurt again. But no words would come. He could not force his utterance. The power of speech was gone from him. He turned his face away from her in choking tears. And Sybil knew that the victory was hers. Those tears were more to her than words. She knew that he would live--if he could--for her sake. XIX It was more than six weeks later that Brett Mercer and his wife turned in at the Home Farm, as they had turned in on that memorable night that he had brought his bride from Wallarroo. Now, as then, Curtis was ready for them in the open doorway, and Beelzebub advanced grinning to take the horses. But there the resemblance ceased. The woman who entered with her husband leaning on her shoulder was no nervous, shrinking stranger, but a wife entering her home with gladness, bearing her burden with rejoicing. The woman from Wallarroo looked at her with a doubtful sort of sympathy. She also looked at the gaunt, bowed man who accompanied her, and questioned with herself if this were indeed Brett Mercer. Brett Mercer it undoubtedly was, nor could she have said, save for his slow, stooping gait, wherein lay the change that so amazed her. Perhaps it was more apparent in Sybil than in the man himself as she raise
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