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 been pretty well certain that he would take it as a sign that the breath had gone out of their union Pretty certain. But not quite

She would have died rather than write to him; she would die, now, rather than give any inkling that she wanted them to live under the same roof again She said to herself:

"Is he writing to that girl?" And then: "No! I'm certain that he isn't." She had had all his letters stopped at the flat, except for a few circulars that she let dribble through to him, so that he might imagine that all his correspondence was coming through. From the letters to him that she did read she was pretty sure that he had given no other address than the flat in Gray's Inn But there had been no letters from Valentine Wannop Two from Mrs. Wannop, two from his brother Mark, one from Port Scatho, one or two from brother officers and some officials chits She said to herself that, if there had been any letters from that girl, she would have let all his letters go through, including the girl's Now she was not so certain that she would have.

In the glass she saw Christopher marching woodenly out of the hotel, along the path that led from door to door behind her It came to her with extraordinary gladness—the absolute conviction that he was not corresponding with Miss Wannop. The absolute conviction If he had come alive enough to do that he would have looked different. She did not know how he would have looked. But different Alive! Perhaps self-conscious: perhaps satisfied

For some time the major had been grumbling about his wrongs. He said that he followed her about all day, like a lap-dog, and got nothing for it. Now she