Then she uplifted her eyes frankly to his own, and he looked down into their revealed depth.
"I do not," the low voice hard with decision.

"I despise him." "Have you ever loved him ?" "As God is my witness--no." There was no possible disbelieving her; the absolute truthfulness of that utterance was evidenced by trembling lips, by the upturned face.
Winston drew a deep breath of relief, his contracted brows straightening.

For one hesitating moment he remained speechless, struggling for self-control.

Merciful Heavens! would he ever understand this woman?
Would he ever fathom her full nature?
ever rend the false from the true?
The deepening, baffling mystery served merely to stimulate ambition, to strengthen his unwavering purpose.

He possessed the instinct that assured him she cared; it was for his sake that she had braved the night and Farnham's displeasure.