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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. WHERE HAD SHE SEEN THAT OUTLINE BEFORE SHE STARED AT IT CONFUSEDLY HER HEART HAMMERING IN HER EARS THEN SHE GAVE A CRY
wly, remembering, as she did so, the evening when, in that same room, the perusal of a clipping from the "Sentinel" had first shaken the depths of her security. As she opened the paper, her eyes, shrinking from the glaring head-lines, "Widow of Boyne's Victim Forced to Appeal for Aid," ran down the column of text to two portraits inserted in it. The first was her 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 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.  HE HELD OUT A NEWSPAPER TO MARY WHO UNFOLDED IT SLOWLY REMEMBERING AS SHE DID SO THE EVENING WHEN IN THAT SAME ROOM THE PERUSAL OF A CLIPPING FROM THE SENTINEL HAD FIRST SHAKEN THE DEPTHS OF HER SECURITY AS SHE OPENED THE PAPER HER EYES SHRINKING FROM THE GLARING HEADLINES WIDOW OF BOYNE'S VICTIM FORCED TO APPEAL FOR AID RAN DOWN THE COLUMN OF TEXT TO TWO PORTRAITS INSERTED IN IT THE FIRST WAS HER 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
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