What has been keeping you awake? Honestly now!"
He laughed into her eyes, and she was aware that he was trying to
draw her nearer to him. There was about him at, that moment a
subtle allurement that was hard to resist. Old memories thrilled
through her at his touch. For five years she had held herself as
belonging to him. Could the spell be broken in as many months?
Yet she did resist him, turning her face away. "I can't tell you,"
she said, a quiver in her voice. "I had a good deal to think
about. Guy, what is--Kieff doing at Piet Vreiboom's?"
Guy frowned. "Heaven knows. He is there for his own amusement,
not mine."
"You didn't know he was there?" she said, looking at him again.
His frown deepened. "Yes, I knew. Of course I knew. Why?"
Her heart sank. "I don't like him," she said. "I know he is
clever. I know he saved your life. But I never did like him.
I--am afraid of him."
"Perhaps you would have rather he hadn't saved my life?" suggested
Guy, with a twist of the lips. "It would have simplified matters
considerably, wouldn't it?"
"Don't!" she said, and withdrew her hand. "You know how it hurts
me--to hear you talk like that."
"Why should it hurt you?" said Guy.
She was silent, and he did not press for an answer. Instead, very
softly he whistled the air of a song that he had been wont to sing
to her half in jest in the old days.
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