She hated him with a hate that suddenly filled her
whole soul like a furnace. She clenched her fists tight,
lest she should strike at the upturned face. She would
have rejoiced to fall upon him and tear out his wicked
grey hair and beard ; she would gladly have stamped
on his prostrate body. The fury of her denial swept
across her like a storm. She^^bent both hot cheeks down
to his.
"Can't I do anything for you?" she said softly.
•' Not anything at all ? "

At the sound of her voice he opened his eyes, and
recognized her. He saw the paper she clutched in one
hand— Barend Everts' " document." Their glances
met.
He struggled to say something, between his groans.
It was a piteous something, by the piteous expression
of his disfigured features ; he struggled, for a moment,
with the vehemence of despair. Then, suddenly, she
saw the eyeballs roll up as the head fell back, and the
whole body collapsed. She had never seen death be-
fore. Horror-struck, she knew it at once.
She stood motionless. Presently she burst into a
torrent of indignant outcries. " It's a lie ! It's a lie ! "
she repeated again and again, in the presence of the
dead man, as if to shame him. She tore the palms of
her hands with her teeth. " It's a lie ! It's a cowardly,
devilish lie ! " But the conviction had gone from her
voice.
