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He no longer stood with outstretched arms, his back against a crumbling slab, his filmy eyes fixed on Unorna's face. He grew younger; his features were those of a boy of scarcely thirteen years, pale, earnest and brightened by a soft light which followed him hither and thither, and he was not alone.
The important point was to prevent the possibility of Unorna's name being connected with an open scandal. Every present circumstance in the case was directly or indirectly the result of Unorna's unreasoning passion for himself, and it was clearly his duty, as a man of honour, to shield her from the consequences of her own acts, as far as lay in his power.
"I am he, I am that love for whom you have waited; you are that dear one whom I have long sought throughout the world. The hour of our joy has struck, the new life begins to-day, and there shall be no end." Unorna's arms went out to grasp the shadow, and she drew it to her in her fancy and kissed its radiant face. "To ages of ages!" she cried.
He was roused by the sound of a light footfall upon the marble pavement. Unorna's eyes were turned from his, and with something like a movement of surprise he himself looked towards the new comer. A young girl was standing under the shadow of a great letonia at a short distance from him.
"You have had nothing since you came, I am sure." "No yes it is true," answered Unorna. "I had forgotten. It would be very kind of you to send me something." Sister Paul rose with alacrity, to Unorna's great relief. "I will see to it," she said, holding out her hand. "We shall meet in the morning. Good-night." "Good-night, dear Sister Paul. Will you say a prayer for me?"
The little man's eyes shot fire. "No, nor will I believe in any such outrageous impossibilities! If that is all, I have little faith in Unorna's mysterious counsellor." "The faith which removes mountains is generally gained by experience when it is gained at all, and the craving for explanation takes the place, in some minds, of a willingness to learn.
Herein lay, perhaps, the secret of Unorna's undefined fear of Keyork and of her still less definable liking for him. She leaned one elbow on the table and shaded her eyes from the brilliant light. "I do not know why I should tell you," she said at last. "You will only laugh at me, and then I shall be angry, and we shall quarrel as usual." "I may be of use," suggested the little man gravely.
Trust angels to curse God, or Hell to save a sinner! But she shall pay, too I have her still. Why do you stare at me? Wait, fool! You shall be happy now. What are you to me that I should even hate you? You shall have what you want. I will bring you the woman you love, the Beatrice you have seen in dreams and then Unorna's heart will break and she will die, and her soul her soul "
When he found himself a prisoner in Unorna's conservatory, his intention underwent no change though his body was broken with fatigue and his nerves with the long continued strain of a terrible excitement. His determination was as cool and as fixed as ever. These somewhat dry reflections seem necessary to the understanding of what followed. The key turned in the lock and the bolt was slipped back.
The words, long kept back and sternly restrained, fell with a strange strength from her lips, and there was not one of them from first to last that did not sheathe itself like a sharp knife in Unorna's heart. The enormous jealousy of Beatrice which had been growing within her beside her love during the last month was reaching the climax of its overwhelming magnitude.
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