" Then she met his eyes
boldly: "Wouldn't you fight against it in her place?" she asked.
"I? Oh, I shouldn't care a hang what anybody thought if I liked the
girl," he retorted. His smile shone out warmly. "Would you?" he demanded
in his turn.
For an instant his blunt question disconcerted her, and while she
hesitated she felt his blue eyes on her downcast face. "You can't judge
by me," she answered presently. "Only those who have been in chains know
the meaning of freedom."
"Are you free now?"
"Not entirely. Who is?"
He was looking at her more closely; and when at last she raised her
eyelashes and met his gaze, the lovely glow which gave her beauty its
look of October splendour suffused her features. Anger seized her in the
very moment that the colour rushed to her cheeks. Why should she blush
like a schoolgirl because of the way this man--or any man--looked at
her?
"Are you going to marry Benham?" he asked; and there was a note in his
voice which disturbed her in spite of herself.
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