"I have told you so often," he said, "and your glass tells you whenever
you look into it. I sat within a few feet of you for the inside of a
week!"
"But that is not true," she told him quietly; "trust a woman to know, if
it were."
In the white glare of the electric light he seemed for once to change
color slightly.
"If you will not accept my word," he answered, "there is no more to be
said."
And he switched off a bunch of the lights that had beaten too fiercely
upon him; but it only looked as if he was about to end the interview.
"You have admitted so many untruths in the last half hour," pursued
Rachel, in a thrilling voice, "that you ought not to be hurt if I
suspect you of another. Come! Can you look me in the face and tell me
that you married me for love? No, you turn away--because you cannot!
Then will you, in God's name, tell me why you did marry me?"
And she followed him with clasped hands, her beautiful eyes filled with
tears, her white throat quivering with sobs, until suddenly he turned
upon her as though in self-defence.
"No, I will not!" he cried. "Since the answer I have given you, and the
obvious answer, is not good enough for you, the best thing you can do is
to find out for yourself.
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