At one moment there would be an exquisite gentleness in his manner when he spoke to her, at the next a contemptuous irony that cut like a whip.
"Would it be--a punishment ?" she asked at last.
He checked a sudden movement towards her.
"What do you suppose ?" he said quietly.
"I don't know what to think.

If it would be a punishment, why were you so anxious to take it out of my hands?
It was you who ended our acquaintance on Sunday, remember." "Yes, I know.

Twice I've closed the door between us, and twice fate has seen fit to open it again." "Twice?
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