Langdon's one of them. Case of a rare
whole being chopped in two by fate and both halves bleeding to death
without the other. There are a few immortal love affairs in the
world's history, and that's just what makes 'em immortal."
She did not answer, but sat staring at the rosy peaceful light above
the fiery city that had burnt out so many lives. Then her face
changed suddenly. It was set and determined, almost hard. He thought
she looked like a beautiful Medusa.
"Yes," she said. "I am going to him. I suppose I have known it all
along. At all events I know it now."
"And what is your plan?"
"I have had no time to make one yet."
"Will you listen to mine?"
"Do not I always listen to you with the greatest respect?" She was
the charming woman again. "Mr. McLane told me that I was to follow
your advice--I have an idea you have engineered this whole affair!--
But if he hadn't--well, I have every reason to be humbly grateful to
you. If this terrible tangle ever unravels I shall owe it to you."
"Then listen to me now. What I said--that his actions prove that he
cares for you as much as ever--is true. But--you might come upon him
in a condition where he would not recognize you, or was morose from
too much drink or too little; and for the moment he would hate you,
either because you reminded him too forcibly of what he had been and
was, or because it degraded him further to be seen by you in such a
state.
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