![]() ![]() When he came back to the room after his bath, Monica propped herself on her elbow and asked why he was moving so early. Monica had long been awake, but she moved so seldom that he could not be sure of this her face was turned from him. On getting into bed he kept as far away as possible, and all through the wakeful night his limbs shrank from the touch of hers. ![]() Then he turned away, muttering savagely under his breath, 'Hypocrite! Liar!'īut for a purpose in his thoughts he would not have lain down beside her. He watched her for full five minutes, and detected not the slightest movement, so profound was her sleep. The features signified nothing but repose her lips were just apart, her eyelids lay softly with their black fringe of exquisite pencilling, and her hair was arranged as she always prepared it for the pillow. The light fell upon her face, and he was drawn to the bedside to look at her. He discovered this on turning up the gas. When Widdowson went up to the bedroom that night, Monica was already asleep. ![]() Previous Chapter Next Chapter Chapter XXIV - Tracked ![]()
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