She would never return to her father; that resolution was final. ” She was silent, and in the gloom of the dimly lit apartment he could not see her face. ‘I hope I do not understand you. ‘But a spy I am not. Then he hovered undecidedly for some seconds with his hands in his pockets and his mouth puckered to a whistle before he turned to go home by the Avenue. "I have not trusted you. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands.
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