"
"I am sure of it," said Burke.
"No, you're not. You're not in the least sure of anything where I
am concerned. You've only known me--two days."
He laughed a little. "It doesn't matter how long it has taken. I
know you."
She laughed with him, and sat up, "What must you have thought of me
when I told you you hadn't shaved?"
He took out his pipe again. "If you'd been a boy, I should
probably have boxed your ears," he said. "By the way, why did you
get up when I told you to stay in bed?"
"Because I knew best what was good for me," said Sylvia. "Have you
got such a thing as a cigarette?"
He got up. "Yes, in my room. Wait while I fetch them!"
"Oh, don't go on purpose!" she said. "I daresay I shouldn't like
your kind, thanks all the same."
He went nevertheless, and she leaned back with her face to the
hills and waited. The moon was just topping the great summits.
She watched it with a curious feeling of weakness. It had not been
a particularly agitating interview, but she knew that she had just
passed a cross-roads, in her life.
She had taken a road utterly unknown to her and though she had
taken it of her own accord, she did not feel that the choice had
really been hers. Somehow her faculties were numbed, were
paralyzed. She could not feel the immense importance of what she
had done, or realize that she had finally, of her own action,
severed her life from Guy's.
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