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Rh Strange tears had found their way between Paul's closed lids. "You're too horrible," he breathed; "you're too horrible."

"Oh, I talk only to you: it's all for you. Remember, please, that I shall never speak again. You see," she went on, "that he daren't come."

Paul looked afresh at his watch. "I'll go with you."

Rose hesitated. "How far?"

"I'll go with you," he simply repeated.

She looked at him hard; in her eyes too there were tears. "My safety—my safety!" she murmured as if awestruck.

Paul went round for his hat, which on his entrance he had put down. "I'll go with you," he said once more.

Still, however, she hesitated. "Won't he need you?"

"Tony? for what?"

"For help."

It took Paul a moment to understand. "He wants none."

"You mean he has nothing to fear?"