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you, and I must live with the man I love.’
’No, I don’t see it! I don’t give tuppence for your love, nor
for the man you love. I don’t believe in that sort of cant.’
’But you see, I do.’
’Do you? My dear Madam, you are too intelligent, I as-
sure you, to believe in your own love for Duncan Forbes.
Believe me, even now you really care more for me. So why
should I give in to such nonsense!’
She felt he was right there. And she felt she could keep
silent no longer.
’Because it isn’t Duncan that I DO love,’ she said, look-
ing up at him.
’We only said it was Duncan, to spare your feelings.’
’To spare my feelings?’
’Yes! Because who I really love, and it’ll make you hate
me, is Mr Mellors, who was our game-keeper here.’
If he could have sprung out of his chair, he would have
done so. His face went yellow, and his eyes bulged with di-
saster as he glared at her.
Then he dropped back in the chair, gasping and looking
up at the ceiling.
At length he sat up.
’Do you mean to say you re telling me the truth?’ he
asked, looking gruesome.
’Yes! You know I am.’
’And when did you begin with him?’
’In the spring.’
He was silent like some beast in a trap.
’And it WAS you, then, in the bedroom at the cottage?’