3/54 If he'd had any kind of a chance at all we wouldn't be--Oh, well, what's the use talking about it ?" She sighed deeply. He realised that she had suffered long in silence, that her heart had been wrung in the bitter stretches of a thousand nights despite the gay indifference of the thousand days that lay between them. For nearly three years she had kept alive the hungry thing that gnawed at her heart and would not be denied. She was better than most of the women he knew in one respect if in no other: she was steadfast. |