I can't."
They had paused where a group of trees threw a blot of shadow across the
moonlit road.
"You mean she was killing herself?" he asked.
"Quite cleverly. So as to avoid all danger of after discovery: that
might have hurt us," she answered.
They walked in silence, and coming to a road that led back into the town,
he turned down it. She had the feeling she was following him without his
knowing it. A cab was standing outside the gate of a house, having just
discharged its fare. He seemed to have suddenly recollected her.
"Do you mind?" he said. "We shall get there so much quicker."
"You go," she said. "I'll stroll on quietly."
"You're sure?" he said.
"I would rather," she answered.
It struck her that he was relieved. He gave the man the address,
speaking hurriedly, and jumped in.
She had gone on. She heard the closing of the door behind her, and the
next moment the cab passed her.
She did not see him again that night. They met in the morning at
breakfast. A curious strangeness to each other seemed to have grown up
between them, as if they had known one another long ago, and had half
forgotten.
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