Somebody came to take the tea out--and then I turned and looked
at her; and she turned and looked at me. Something drew me--set me on the
move. It was all over with me then. I went straight across the room to
her; I stood above her, I stooped and took her hands. I don't know what I
said: she looked at me all the time in a strange, clear way. She got up--I
was beside her, and took her. Not a word said. I had her lips. Honey of
flowers! Her soul came forth from them: new wine. Oh, God! I thought so,
anyhow. And so did she. Chevenix, she meant giving."
Chevenix nodded shortly. He believed that. Ingram had covered his eyes.
He drained a glass before he went on with his account. "I suppose you know
the rest as well as I do. I never had the details out of her. One of them
--that Mrs. King--Philippa, it was--came slam into the room; and what was
there to do? I stuck it as long as I could--until I was practically kicked
out. The mother came back and turned me out. I had to leave her to brave
them all--and I never saw her again until I found out where she was in
London."
"Don't you trouble to tell me all that part," said Chevenix frowning at
him. "I know more about that than you do.
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