But I
am more myself now, and I mean to remain, and discover what it all
means. Can you guess why?"
"No; I would naturally suppose the night would have added to your
terror, your desire to get away."
"Then you do not suspect even now who I am?"
"Who you are? Only as you have told me."
"And I told you only a half truth. I am the wife of Philip Henley."
Her cheeks flushed, a touch of passion in her voice as she faced me.
"That is the truth. Do you suppose that I would ever have come here
with you otherwise? No matter how desperate my condition was that
would have been impossible. I should have despised myself. Even as it
was I have been thoroughly shamed to have permitted you to think of me
as you must. Now I tell you the truth--I consented to come because I
am Philip Henley's wife."
My surprise at this swift avowal kept me silent, yet I could not
conceal the admiration from revealment in my eyes. She must have read
aright, for she drew back a step, grasping the knob of the door.
"I--I wanted to tell you yesterday--all the way coming down here. I
felt that I could live the deceit no longer. I do not blame you, Mr.
Craig, for you are a man, and you had every reason to believe that you
were doing nothing really wrong.
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