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Her bitter marriage, joyless in all its chapters, indefensible where the man was right as well as where insensately wrong, had been imprisonment. She excused him down to his last madness, if only the bonds were broken. Here, too, in this very house of her happiness with her father, she had bound herself to the man voluntarily, quite inexplicably. Voluntarily, as we say.

She added inexplicably: "The man brought it back to me for the reward. He had not sold it." Then she told, clearly enough, the tale you may remember her telling to Aunt M'riar; about the convict at Chatham, who brought her a letter from her husband on the river hulk. "Over fifty years ago now, and it still goes. Only it loses and gains.... But show me my boy's letter."

He was quite absurdly and inexplicably glad now that she had not. "A woman?" he said. "Why do you think so?" "Something in the arrangement of the place. That hanging, yonder. And that little vase it's good, by the way. The way that Navajo is placed on the door. One feels it." "It's true. A friend of mine came here one day and turned everything topsy-turvy."

But he realized vaguely that that from which he longed to escape lay within him, he would carry it the memories woven inexplicably of past and present, dominated by this last, unforgettable specter on the bed into the woods, the high, lonely clearings, the still valleys. It was not remorse now, it was not simple fear, but the old oppression, increased a thousand-fold.

The Spaniards fled before Lannes's attack on the twenty-third, but Ney with his cavalry remained inexplicably stationary, and did not cut off their retreat. They were therefore able to reassemble at Siguenza, while Palafox withdrew to Saragossa.

Before he could find the first one of the words he wanted, she had given him that curt farewell nod which, so inexplicably, from the first had stirred and warmed him, and turned away toward the door.

But the touch of his hand was in some fashion soothing. It stilled the tempest within her, comforting her inexplicably. She reached up at last, and drew it down between her own, holding it fast. "I'm such a fool, Nick," she whispered shakily. "You you must try to bear with me." She felt his fingers close and gradually tighten upon her own until their grip was actual pain.

So, the shadows mingling with the inconsequence of his thoughts, he drifted away to sleep, catching himself back, now and then, to luxuriate in the assurance that he was in the right place, finding comfortable assuagements, and that inexplicably, because so suddenly, everything was for the best in a mysterious but probably entirely unaccountable world. At four o'clock he woke.

She was strangely, inexplicably depressed for the rest of the day. She was torn by conflicting emotions. That the two friends had surreptitiously exchanged messages, doubtless by an arrangement perfected since he had entered the service possibly within the week could not be disputed. When and how had they planned the accidental meeting? What had been their method of communication?

And then again there were rare moments when I was inexplicably drawn to her, not by love and passion; I melted a little in pity, perhaps, when my eyes were opened and I saw the tragedy, yet I am not referring now to such feelings as these.