Chapter 18
THE MYSTIC
"Say you forgive me!" The officer insisted.
"But there is nothing—"
"Say you forgive me!"
She had counted on a scene of triumph with him when he woke up, anticipating that he was bound to cut a ridiculous appearance. He knelt dimly there without a sign of self-consciousness or false shame. She forgave him.
"Great baby!"
Her hand was kissed again and loosed. She detected a faint, sad smile on his face.
"Ah!"
He rose, towering above her.