THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY.
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"So did I. Do you think I could explain if I would?"
"No, I suppose not. Well," he added, "I have done what I wished. I have seen you."
"How little you make of these terrible journeys," Isabel murmured.
"If you are afraid I am tired, you may be at your ease about that." He turned away, this time in earnest, and no handshake, no sign of parting, was exchanged between them. At the door he stopped, with his hand on the knob. "I shall leave Florence to-morrow," he said.
"I am delighted to hear it!" she answered, passionately. And he went out. Five minutes after he had gone she burst into tears.
