'You came and looked at me ?' 'I went into the Office.' 'I didn't want you to see me.

You must have loathed the sight of me.

I was a disgusting object.' She said nothing.
If he had glanced at her he would have seen a piteous flicker of tenderness pass over her face--a sudden wet gleam in her eyes.

And had he yielded then to his first impulse, things might have gone very differently between them.

But he kept himself stiffened.