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And so he looked on in utter silence while Sylvia and Kieff between them administered the only thing that could ease the awful suffering that seemed greater than flesh and blood could bear. It took effect with marvellous quickness that remedy of Kieff's. It was, to Sylvia's imagination, like the casting forth of a demon. Guy's burning eyes ceased to implore her.
He was like a child, content in his waking hours to have her near him, and fretful if she were ever absent. Under Kieff's guidance, she nursed him with unfailing care, developing a skill with which she had never credited herself. As gradually his strength returned, he would have her do everything for him, resenting even Kieff's interference though never actively resisting his authority.
"I am really rather glad to have met you," he remarked presently. "Can you give me any tip regarding this diamond of Wilbraham's? You know its value to the tenth part of a farthing, I have no doubt." Kelly paused to glare at him distractedly, "Oh, curse the diamond!" he said, "It's Mrs. Burke I'm thinking of." Kieff's thin lips curled contemptuously. "A woman!" he said, and snapped his fingers.
Broken sounds escaped him sounds he fought frantically to repress. He seemed to be choking; and in a second her memory flashed back to that anguish she had witnessed weeks before when first she had seen Kieff's remedy and implored him to use it. For seconds she stood, a helpless witness, too horrified to move.
They avoided these by tacit consent. In the end she left him, feeling strangely comforted. Burke had been right. The devil had gone out of Guy, and he had come back. She pondered the matter as she went about her various tasks, but she found no solution thereof. Something must have happened to cause the change in him; she could not believe that Kieff's departure had effected it.
He was propped against Kieff's shoulder, his face quite livid, his eyes roaming wildly round the room, till suddenly they found and rested upon her own. All her life Sylvia was to remember the appeal those eyes held for her. It was as if his soul were crying aloud to her for freedom. She came to the foot of the bed. The anguish had entered into her also, and it was more than she could bear.
And then, with a lightning suddenness, came the memory of Kieff. Guy was under Kieff's influence. She was certain of it. And Kieff? She shrank at the bare thought of the man, his subtle force, his callous strength of purpose, his almost uncanny intelligence. Yes, she was afraid of Kieff she had always been afraid of Kieff. The midday heat seemed to press upon her like a burning, crushing weight.
For a fierce oath broke from the Irishman at sight of the weapon, and in the same second he beat it down with the stock of his riding-whip with a force that struck it out of Kieff's grasp. It spun along the floor to Sylvia's feet, and she stooped and snatched it up. Burke did not so much as glance round.
He did not like Kieff though his nature was too kindly to entertain any active antipathy towards anyone. But no absence of intimacy could ever curb his curiosity, and he never missed any information for lack of investigation. Kieff's motionless black eyes took him in with satirical comprehension.
She turned from Burke to Kieff. "Oh, do anything anything to help him!" she implored him. "Don't let him suffer like this!" Kieff's hand went to his pocket. "There is only one thing," he said. Burke, his arm behind Guy's convulsed body, made an abrupt gesture with his free hand. "Wait! He'll come through it. He did before." And still those tortured eyes besought Sylvia, urged her, entreated her.
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