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"Ah!" His eyes were closing; he opened them again. "You mean that, sweetheart? You really want me?" "Of course I do," she said. Guy was still smiling but there was pathos in his smile. "Ah, that makes a difference," he said, "--all the difference. That means you've quite forgiven me. Quite, Sylvia?" "Quite," she answered, and she spoke straight from her heart. She had forgotten Burke, forgotten Kieff, forgotten everyone in that moment save Guy, the dear lover of her youth. And he too was looking at her with eyes that saw her alone. "Kiss me, little sweetheart!" he said softly. "And then I'll know--for sure." It was boyishly spoken, and she could not refuse. She had no thought of refusing. As in the old days when they had been young together, her heart responded to the call of his. She leaned down to him instantly and very lovingly, and kissed him. "Sure you want me?" whispered Guy. "God knows I do," she answered him very earnestly. He smiled at her and closed his eyes. "Good night!" he murmured. "Good night, dear!" she whispered back. And then in the silence that followed she knew that he fell asleep. Someone touched her shoulder, and she looked up. Burke was standing by her side. "You can leave him now," he said. "He won't wake." He spoke very quietly, but she thought his face was stern. A faint throb of misgiving went through her. She slipped her hand free and rose. She saw that Kieff had already gone, and for a moment she hesitated. But Burke took her steadily by the arm, and led her from the room. "He won't wake," he reiterated. "You must have something to eat," They entered the sitting-room, and she saw with relief that Kieff was not there either. The table was spread for luncheon, and Burke led her to it. "Sit down!" he said. "Never mind about Kieff! He can look after himself." She sat down in silence. Somehow she felt out of touch with Burke at that moment. Her long vigil beside Guy seemed in some inexplicable fashion to have cut her off from him. Or was it those strange words that Kieff had uttered and which even yet were running in her brain? Whatever it was, it prevented all intimacy between them. They might have been chance-met strangers sitting at the same board. He waited upon her as if he were thinking of other things. Her own thoughts were with Guy alone. She ate mechanically, half unconsciously watching the door, her ears str
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