``Are you in love with someone else?''
She smiled mockingly.
``It looks as if you were,'' he went on, arguing with
himself aloud. ``For if you weren't you'd marry me,
even though you didn't like me. A woman in your fix
simply couldn't keep herself from it. Is THAT why
you're so calm?''
``I'm not marrying anybody,'' said she.
``Then what are you going to do?''
``You'll see.''
Once more the passionate side of his nature showed
--not merely grotesque, unattractive, repellent, as in
the mood of longing, but hideous. Among men Stanley
Baird passed for a man of rather arrogant and
violent temper, but that man who had seen him at his
most violent would have been amazed. The temper men
show toward men bears small resemblance either in kind
or in degree to the temper of jealous passion they show
toward the woman who baffles them or arouses their
suspicions; and no man would recognize his most intimate
man friend--or himself--when in that paroxysm.
Mildred had seen this mood, gleaming at her through
a mask, in General Siddall.
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