She looked at him steadily, and, her secret resolve enfeebled by his surprising and ravishing appreciation, she let forth, against the dictates of discretion, the terrific fact which was overwhelming her and causing every fibre in her to creep.
"It's true what I told you."
"What?"
"You know----" (A pause.)
"How do you know it's true?"
"The doctor----"
His reception of the tidings falsified every expectation. He waited a moment, and then said calmly:
"That's all right. I'll see to that."
She did not kiss him, but, sitting on the bed, put her head beside his on the pillow. Seen close, his eyelashes appeared as big as horsehairs and transcendently masculine. She tasted the full, deep savour of life then, moveless, in an awkward posture, in the midst of the huge sleeping hotel. She had no regrets, no past, only a future.
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