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she asked, turning round on him abruptly. The parlor maid had entered with letters and a lamp, and the light struck up into Boyne's face as he bent above the tray she presented. SHE ASKED TURNING ROUND ON HIM ABRUPTLY THE PARLOUR MAID HAD ENTERED WITH LETTERS AND A LAMP AND THE LIGHT STRUCK UP INTO BOYNE'S FACE AS HE BENT ABOVE THE TRAY SHE PRESENTED
her spirit sank under the impending fear of the disclosure. But almost with the next tick of the clock the ambiguous figure, gaining substance and character, showed itself even to her weak sight as her husband's; and she turned away to meet him, as he entered, with the confession of her folly. "It's really too absurd," she laughed out from the threshold, "but I never can remember!" "Remember what?" Boyne questioned as they drew together. "That when one sees the Lyng ghost one never knows it." Her hand was on his sleeve, and he kept it there, but with no response in his gesture or in the lines of his fagged, preoccupied face. "Did you think you'd seen it?" he asked, after an appreciable interval. "Why, I actually took you for it, my dear, in my mad determination to spot it!" "Me -- just now?" His arm dropped away, and he turned from her with a faint echo of her laugh. "Really, dearest, you'd better give it up, if that's the best you can do." "Yes, I give it up -- I give it up. Have you? VISION FROM THE ROOF WAS NOW AT HIS PREDESTINED HOUR ABOUT TO REVEAL HIMSELF AS NOT HAVING BEEN PETER'S AND HER SPIRIT SANK UNDER THE IMPENDING FEAR OF THE DISCLOSURE BUT ALMOST WITH THE NEXT TICK OF THE CLOCK THE FIGURE GAINING SUBSTANCE AND CHARACTER SHOWED ITSELF EVEN TO HER WEAK SIGHT AS HER HUSBAND'S AND SHE TURNED TO MEET HIM AS HE ENTERED WITH THE CONFESSION OF HER FOLLY IT'S REALLY TOO ABSURD SHE LAUGHED UP BUT I NEVER CAN REMEMBER REMEMBER WHAT BOYNE QUESTIONED AS THEY DREW TOGETHER THAT WHEN ONE SEES THE LYING GHOST ONE NEVER KNOWS IT HER HAND WAS ON HIS SLEEVE AND HE KEPT IT THERE BUT WITH NO RESPONSE IN HIS GESTURE OR IN THE LINES OF HIS PREOCCUPIED FACE DID YOU THINK YOU'D SEEN IT HE ASKED AFTER AN APPRECIABLE INTERVAL WHY I ACTUALLY TOOK YOU FOR IT MY DEAR IN MY MAD DETERMINATION TO SPOT IT ME JUST NOW HIS ARM DROPPED AWAY AND HE TURNED FROM HER WITH A FAINT ECHO OF HER LAUGH REALLY DEAREST YOU'D BETTER GIVE IT UP IF THAT'S THE BEST YOU CAN DO OH YES I GIVE IT UP HAVE YOU
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