THE FRUIT OF THE TREE
“Had she been in great pain?”
“Yes.”
“Worse than usual?”
“Yes.”
“What had you done?”
“Nothing—there was no time.”
“No time?” He broke off to sweep the room again with his excited incredulous glance. “Where are the others? Why were you here alone?” he demanded.
“It came suddenly. I was going to call"
Their eyes met for a moment. Her face was perfectly calm—she could feel that her lips no longer trembled. She was not in the least afraid of Wyant’s scrutiny.
As he continued to look at her, his expression slowly passed from incredulous wrath to something softer—more human—she could not tell what.…
“This has been too much for you—go and send one of the others.… It’s all over,” he said.
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