“Who are you?” gasped Queenie, leaning heavily back against the casement. “I seem to know you—and yet I do not. My God!” she exclaimed in the same breath, “am I mad or dreaming, or do my eyes deceive me? You are Raymond Challoner!”
CHAPTER XXXI.
IN HIS POWER.
“O’er her brow a change has passed;
In the darkness of her eyes,
Deep and still a mystery lies;
In her voice there thrills a tone
Never in her girlhood known.”
For one full moment the two who had parted from each other in such bitter wrath on that never-to-be-forgotten morning at Newport stood once again, face to face, looking into each other’s eyes.
It was Queenie who broke the dead silence that reigned in that awful chamber of death.
“Raymond Challoner!” she repeated, falteringly, and he could see that she was almost on the verge of utter collapse.