She started up with a gasp. "Guy!" she said. And then,
as her dazzled eyes saw more clearly, a low, involuntary
exclamation of dismay. "Ah!"
It was Burke who stood with his back against the closed door,
looking at her, and his face had upon it in those first waking
moments of bewilderment a look that appalled her. For it was to
her as the face of a murderer.
CHAPTER XII
THE COST
He did not speak in answer to her exclamation, merely stood there
looking at her, almost as if he had never seen her before. His
eyes were keen with a sort of icy fierceness. She thought she had
never before realized the cruelty of his mouth.
It was she who spoke first. The silence seemed so impossible.
"Burke!" she said. "What--is the matter?"
He came forward to her with an abruptness that was like the
breaking of bonds. He stopped in front of her, looking closely
into her face. "What are you doing here?" he said.
In spite of herself she shrank, so terrible was his look. But she
was swift to master her weakness. She stood up to her full height,
facing him. "I have come to find Guy," she said.
He threw a glance around; it was like the sweep of a rapier. "You
are waiting for him--here?"
Again for a moment she was disconcerted. She felt the quick blood
rise to her forehead. "They told me he would come here," she said.
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