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Dell, Ethel M. (Ethel May), 1881-1939

"The Rocks of Valpre"

You say you know everything. That may be so, and again
it may not. In either case, our points of view do not coincide. I will
wait until that telegram comes; but it is not my intention to go to my
wife--whatever it may contain."
Jack bit his lip savagely. "In short, you don't care what happens to
her!" he said. "You want to be rid of her--one way or another. And you
don't care how!"
He spoke recklessly, uttering the thought that had come uppermost in his
mind without an instant's consideration. Perhaps instinctively he sought
to rouse the devil that till then had been held in such rigid control.
But the effect of his words was such as he had scarcely looked for.
Mordaunt turned with the movement of a goaded creature and gripped him by
the shoulder. "You believe that?" he said.
They stood face to face. Mordaunt was as white as death. His eyes in that
moment were terrible. But it seemed to Jack that they expressed more of
anguish than of anger, and he felt as if he had seen a soul in torment.
He averted his own instinctively. It was a sight upon which he could not
look.


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