The mouth looked
very red in the white face peeping from under the veil, the little
pointed chin had in its form something aggressive. Slight and even
angular in her modest black dress she was an appealing and--yes--she was
a desirable little figure.
Her lips moved very fast asking me:
"And they believed you at once?"
"Yes, they believed me at once. Mrs. Fyne's word to us was "Go!"
A white gleam between the red lips was so short that I remained uncertain
whether it was a smile or a ferocious baring of little even teeth. The
rest of the face preserved its innocent, tense and enigmatical
expression. She spoke rapidly.
"No, it wasn't your shout. I had been there some time before you saw me.
And I was not there to tempt Providence, as you call it. I went up there
for--for what you thought I was going to do. Yes. I climbed two fences.
I did not mean to leave anything to Providence. There seem to be people
for whom Providence can do nothing. I suppose you are shocked to hear me
talk like that?"
I shook my head. I was not shocked. What had kept her back all that
time, till I appeared on the scene below, she went on, was neither fear
nor any other kind of hesitation.
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