"Then he ... you...." She could not even formulate the aching demand of her
whole soul and body. But Cara understood. Love had taught her all there was
to know of love.
"Eliot's love for me died ten years ago," she said simply.
"And yours?" asked Ann painfully. "Not yours. Or you wouldn't--you
couldn't--have done this--for him."
For an instant Cara closed her eyes. Then she spoke, with white lips, but
with a quiet, steadfast decision that carried absolute conviction.
"I know what you are thinking," she said. "But you are wrong--quite wrong.
There is nothing left between Eliot Coventry and me--nothing--except
remembrance. And for the sake of that remembrance--for the sake of what
was, though it has been, dead these many years--I have done what I have
done."
The question died out of Ann's eyes--answered once and for ever, and Cara
stifled a sigh of relief as she watched the faint colour steal back into
the girl's cheeks.
"I don't know how I could have thought you still cared," said Ann
presently. "It was silly of me--when you are going to marry Robin."
"Yes. Robin and I are going to start a new life together. He knows--what
happened--years ago. And he understands.
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