It seemed as if every vein was bursting. How
am I ever to live with her again? I dare not! I should kill her in
some moment of madness! What will happen to Ida?"
He flung himself upon the couch, and burst into tears. Sobs
convulsed him; he writhed in an anguish of conflicting passions.
Waymark seemed scarcely to observe him, standing absorbed in
speculation and the devising of a course to be pursued.
"I must go to the police-station," he said at length, when the
violence of the paroxysm had passed and left Julian in the still
exhaustion of despair. "You, I think, had better stay here. Is there
any danger of her coming to seek you?"
Julian made a motion with his hand, otherwise lay still, his pale
face turned upwards.
"I shall be back very quickly," Waymark added, taking his hat. Then,
turning back for a moment, "You mustn't give way like this, old
fellow; this is horrible weakness. Dare I leave you alone?"
Julian stretched out his hand, and Waymark pressed it.
CHAPTER XXIV
JUSTICE
Waymark received from the police a confirmation of all that Julian
had said, and returned home. Julian still lay on the couch, calmer,
but like one in despair.
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