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 broken glass had made a long scratch across her throat, and his eyes fastened upon it with singular intensity. Then, as though half-con- scious of being watched from some odd corner of the room by one of those unseen ghosts, and fearful lest even the shadows might read his thoughts, he threw the photograph face down upon the table and turned away.

He caught a reflection of himself in the mir- ror and hastily glanced aside. Curse the thing! Why was it for ever reminding him of what he was so anxious to forget? He would not look at it. After to-morrow not one should be found in his house. He would not look at it; he would cover it up, destroy it, hide it from sight.

Resolutely he turned his back upon it; he walked up and down, now pulling furiously at a cigarette, the next moment flinging it savage- ly into the empty grate; now throwing a furtive glance across his shoulder in the direction of the mirror, and now muttering incoherently. Half-smoked cigarettes lay scattered all over the room, for no sooner would he light one and take a few puffs than he would cast it from him with an oath. They smouldered on the table, on the glass of the photographs, on the

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