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Dell, Ethel M. (Ethel May), 1881-1939

"The Top of the World"

His wrath seemed to beat about her like a storm-blast.
But yet he held her up, and after a moment, seeing her weakness, he
softened somewhat.
"There! Lie down again!" he said, and lowered her to the bed.
"I'll see to Guy. Only remember," he stooped over her, and to her
strained senses he loomed gigantic, "if you ever touch that stuff
again, my faith in you will be gone. And where there is no trust,
you can't expect--honour."
The words seemed to pierce her, but he straightened himself the
moment after and turned to go.
She covered her face with her hands as the door closed upon him.
She felt as if she had entered upon a new era, indeed, and she
feared with a dread unspeakable to look upon the path which lay
before her.


CHAPTER XI
INTO BATTLE
When Sylvia saw Guy again, he greeted her with an odd expression in
his dark eyes, half-humorous, half-speculative. He was lying
propped on pillows by the open window, a cigarette and a box of
matches by his side.
"Hullo, Sylvia!" he said. "You can come in. The big _baas_ has
set his house in order and gone out."
The early morning sunshine was streaming across his bed. She
thought he looked wonderfully better, and marvelled at the change.
He smiled at her as she drew near. "Yes, I've been washed and fed
and generally made respectable. Thank goodness that brute Kieff
has gone anyway! I couldn't have endured him much longer.


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