And then, in
a flash, the whole expression of his face altered and stiffened. Half
under the lace coverlet over the eiderdown a letter written on familiar
looking pale grey notepaper was sticking out, and he couldn't help
seeing the words:--"My own darling angel."
Straightening himself quickly and hardly knowing what he was saying, he
exclaimed, "I do hope you'll soon feel all right again."
And then he saw that she was aware of what had happened for she became
even whiter than she had been before. Every bit of colour fled from her
face--except for the unnaturally pink lips.
CHAPTER XXIII
As he walked away from The Trellis House Radmore felt terribly disturbed,
and maddened with himself for feeling so disturbed.
After all, Enid Crofton meant very little to him! He even told himself
that he had never really liked, still less respected, her and yet there
had been something that drove him on, that allured him, that made him
feel as he had felt to-night. But for the accident of his having seen
that letter from poor foolish Jack Tosswill he might, by this time
to-morrow, have been in the position of Enid Crofton's future husband!
The knowledge turned him sick.
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