Her nerve was broken at last. She would promise anything, do anything
if only he would let her go. Dazed with fear and misery, she watched
him get up, unlock a drawer of the bureau and come across to her
holding out something.
"I shall arrange for you to be together one night up in the hut. I
don't know whether you have any idea of shooting, but you can hardly
miss at such close range."
The brutal words steadied her, and drove back the feeling of mental
paralysis. She realised suddenly all that her promise meant. Vardri
had given her love, and in return she was to give him Death! Her own
dawning love had enabled her to see more clearly what his devotion
meant. With the growth of a woman's soul she had also begun to
experience womanly emotions, fear, anxiety, the need of sympathy and
affection.
She snatched the pistol from Sobrenski's hand, and he stepped back a
pace, throwing up his arm instinctively as she raised, levelled and
fired.
The weapon clicked harmlessly, her hand dropped to her side, and she
stood shivering, and wondering at her own madness.
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