Besides, she had always
known that some day he might find her--if he cared to look.
"Why should you come at all?" she flashed, raising defiant eyes. "The
time to come was long ago."
"I did come." Callandar spoke slowly. "I came--" he paused, for how
could he tell her that his coming had been to a house of death.
The bald answer, the strangeness of his gaze stirred her fear again. For
a moment they stared at each other, each busy with the shifting puzzle.
Then her quicker intuition abandoned the mystery of the present meeting
to straighten out the past.
"Then you followed the letter?"
"Yes, I followed the letter."
"And you saw her--my mother?"
"Yes, I saw your mother."
Impulsively he moved toward her but she shrank back, plainly terrified.
"Don't! I didn't know. I swear I did not know. I never saw the
letter--until last night. And I don't understand. What--what did my
mother tell you when you came?"
"There was only one thing which would have kept me from you, Molly."
"Only one thing? What?" she almost whispered.
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