Then the balance tilted. The heavy burden of suspicion weighed it down, and
without another word Eliot turned and left the room.
Ann did not move. She stood quite still, her arms hanging straight down
at her sides. The Dents de Loup--wolf's teeth! Well, the jaws of the wolf
had closed, crushing her happiness for ever between their merciless white
fangs.
She knew now the meaning of that nebulous, distorted shape which had seemed
to come betwixt her and the man she loved. It was the grey shadow of
distrust which had sprung out from the hidden places of the past and now
lay, dark and impenetrable, dividing them for ever.
CHAPTER XXIV
AFTERMATH
"I beg your pardon!"
Instinctively Cara apologised, although actually the collision had been no
fault of hers. The man with whom she had collided had been striding along
with bent head, completely absorbed in his own thoughts, and had awakened
too late to the fact that some one was coming towards him along the narrow
bridle-path through the woods. He lifted his hat mechanically and murmured
some sort of apology, but his eyes remained blank and seemed to look
through and beyond the woman into whom he had just cannoned without seeing
her--certainly without recognising her.
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