It was as if each word of hers had been a stab.
"I am glad we can agree so perfectly on that point.

Will you kindly close the hail door as you go out ?" She turned from him and took up a book from the table at her elbow.
Gilmore moved toward the door, but paused irresolutely.

His first feeling of furious rage was now tempered by a sense of coming loss.

This was to be the end; he was never to see her again! He swung about on his heel.

She was already turning the leaves of her book, apparently oblivious of his presence.
"Am I to believe you--" he faltered.
She looked up and her eyes met his.