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"It's the man! I should know him anywhere!" she cried in a voice that sounded in her own ears like a scream. Parvis's voice seemed to come to her from far off, down endless, fog muffled windings. "Mrs. Boyne, you're not very well. Shall I call somebody? Shall I get a glass of water?" "No, no, no!" She threw herself toward him, her hand frantically clenching the newspaper. "I tell you, it's the man! I know him! He spoke to me in the garden!" IT'S THE MAN I SHOULD KNOW HIM ANYWHERE SHE PERSISTED IN A VOICE THAT SOUNDED TO HER OWN EARS LIKE A SCREAM PARVIS'S ANSWER SEEMED TO COME TO HER FROM FAR OFF DOWN ENDLESS FOG MUFFLED WINDINGS MISSUS BOYNE YOU'RE NOT VERY WELL SHALL I CALL SOMEBODY SHALL I GET A GLASS OF WATER NO NO SHE THREW HERSELF TOWARD HIM HER HAND FRANTICALLY CLUTCHING THE NEWSPAPER I TELL YOU IT'S THE MAN I KNOW HIM HE SPOKE TO ME IN THE GARDEN
the picture of him that she liked best, the one that stood on the writing-table up-stairs in her bedroom. As the eyes in the photograph met hers, she felt it would be impossible to read what was said of him, and closed her lids with the sharpness of the pain. "I thought if you felt disposed to put your name down--" she heard Parvis continue. She opened her eyes with an effort, and they fell on the other portrait. It was that of a youngish man, slightly built, in rough clothes, with features somewhat blurred by the shadow of a projecting hat-brim. Where had she seen that outline before? She stared at it confusedly, her heart hammering in her throat and ears. Then she gave a cry. "This is the man--the man who came for my husband!" She heard Parvis start to his feet, and was dimly aware that she had slipped backward into the corner of the sofa, and that he was bending above her in alarm. With an intense effort she straightened herself, and reached out for the paper, which she had dropped. R HUSBAND'S TAKEN FROM A PHOTOGRAPH MADE THE YEAR THEY HAD COME TO ENGLAND IT WAS THE PICTURE OF HIM THAT SHE LIKED BEST THE ONE THAT STOOD ON THE WRITING TABLE UPSTAIRS IN HER BEDROOM AS THE EYES IN THE PHOTOGRAPH MET HERS SHE FELT IT WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE TO READ WHAT WAS SAID OF HIM AND CLOSED HER LIDS WITH THE SHARPNESS OF THE PAIN I THOUGHT IF YOU FELT DISPOSED TO PUT YOUR NAME DOWN SHE HEARD PARVIS CONTINUE SHE OPENED HER EYES WITH AN EFFORT AND THEY FELL ON THE OTHER PORTRAIT IT WAS THAT OF A YOUNGISH MAN SLIGHTLY BUILT WITH FEATURES SOMEWHAT BLURRED BY THE SHADOW OF A PROJECTING HAT BRIM WHERE HAD SHE SEEN THAT OUTLINE BEFORE SHE STARED AT IT CONFUSEDLY HER HEART HAMMERING IN HER EARS THEN SHE GAVE A CRY THIS IS THE MAN THE MAN WHO CAME FOR MY HUSBAND SHE HEARD PARVIS START TO HIS FEET AND WAS DIMLY AWARE THAT SHE HAD SLIPPED BACKWARD INTO THE CORNER OF THE SOFA AND THAT HE WAS BENDING ABOVE HER IN ALARM SHE STRAIGHTENED HERSELF AND REACHED OUT FOR THE PAPER WHICH SHE HAD DROPPED
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