12/20 To you, your honour, the task which you have set yourself, has been your only fetish.... Love in its true sense does not exist for you.... you do not know what it is to love." Blakeney made no reply for the moment. He stood in the centre of the room, with the yellow light of the lamp falling full now upon his tall powerful frame, immaculately dressed in perfectly-tailored clothes, upon his long, slender hands half hidden by filmy lace, and upon his face, across which at this moment a heavy strand of curly hair threw a curious shadow. |