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 Rh The light fell full on her face. I could not refrain from touching her hand.

"You will let me thank you!"

"There is no need. I could do no less."

"But few would show the bravery."

"Bravery! Why I have exhibited none. Please do not speak of that—every moment now means so much. Yes, I understand perfectly; shall I go now?"

I nodded, drawing slightly back behind the door. Her words brought me no encouragement, no hope that this act had been inspired by any sentiment beyond that of mere friendliness and gratitude. She felt under obligation, and was paying the debt. I was to expect nothing more. Once I was safe beyond the lines, it was to be simply good-by—a parting forever. I set my teeth hard, conscious of the pain at my heart, but with my lesson learned. I could expect nothing else; I had been a fool to dream—now I would perform a man's part, and hold to her respect at least. I thrust both revolvers into the belt I had retained; this was to be an affair of bare hands—swift, merciless, noiseless.

She grasped the latch of the door, lifted her eyes to mine for a bare instant; then opened it silently, and stepped out into the hall, her lips smiling, as she paused a moment to glance backward into the room.