"And to read—to read——"
She nodded. Mark seemed utterly confused by surprise. He looked almost sheepish, as men do in blank amazement. She got up and stood before him and laid her hands on his, which held the book.
"You see that fire?" she said in a low voice.
He looked at it, as if he had not noticed it before.
"What's it for?" he said, also in a low voice.
"Don't you know?"
They looked into each other's eyes for a moment.
"To—to—you intended to burn——"
She nodded again, and closed her hands tightly on the book.
"Mark," she said solemnly. "It's an evil thing. Let it go."