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Breathless but furious still, he desisted at last, too much beside himself to see that he whose sudden death he feared was stronger than he, because the great experiment had succeeded far beyond all hope. "Unorna has done this!" he cried, beating his forehead in impotent rage. "Unorna has ruined me, and all, and everything so she has paid me for my help! Trust a woman when she loves?
If your condition had lasted ten seconds longer you would have taken me for his majesty and lived, in imagination, through a dozen years or so of sulphurous purgatorial treatment under my personal supervision, to wake up and find yourself unscorched and unredeemed, as ever." "You are a most comforting person, Keyork," said Unorna, with a faint smile.
Unorna could hear his quick breathing just above her shoulder. She sat quite still, and her lips were smiling, though her brow was thoughtful and almost sad. She knew that the struggle was over and that she had gained the mastery, though the price of victory might be a broken heart.
Unorna does not accept remuneration for her help when she vouchsafes to give it." "And yet I was introduced to her presence without even giving my name." "That is her fancy. She will see any one who wishes to see her, beggar, gentleman, or prince. But she only answers such questions as she pleases to answer."
"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?"
Unorna paused, holding the key as though hesitating whether she should put it into the lock. It was evident that much depended upon her decision, for her face expressed the anxiety she felt. Once she turned away, as though to abandon her intention, hesitated, and then, with an impatient frown, opened the door and went in.
She had reached the period of her life which had begun a month before that time, and at that point her story ended. "Then you are not married?" Beatrice's tone expressed an interrogation and a certain surprise. "No," said Unorna, "I am not married. And you, if I may ask?" Beatrice started visibly.
"No, no; how absurd!" "Shall I go. Yes, you would rather be alone " he hesitated. "No yes yes, go away and come back later. It is the heat perhaps; is it not hot here?" "I daresay," he answered absently. He took her hand and then left her, wondering exceedingly over a matter which was of the simplest. It was some time before Unorna realised that he was gone.
Intentionally, or by an oversight, Unorna had not touched upon the question of his love for her, in the course of her otherwise well-considered suggestions. Possibly she had believed that the statement she had forced from his lips was enough and that he would forget her without any further action on her part.
"And is all right that is natural?" asked Unorna thoughtfully. "It is not natural," repeated the other. "How do you do it? Do you use strange words and herbs and incantations?" Unorna laughed again, but the nun seemed shocked by her levity and she forced herself to be grave. "No, indeed!" she answered. "I look into their eyes and tell them to sleep and they do. Poor Sister Paul!
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