53/55 But he avoided her look, she sank her head in torment and shame, the gnawing at her heart going on. And he too was tortured with shame, and ultimate dislike, and with acute pity for her, because he did not want to meet her eyes, he did not want to receive her flare of recognition. And he endured it. He would enjoy playing a wedding march. Now the married pair were coming! The bells were ringing, making the air shake. |