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George Hagar was the first to move. He turned and looked at Mrs. Detlor. His mind was full of the strangeness of the situation -- this man and woman meeting under such circumstances after twelve years, in which no lines of their lives had ever crossed. But he saw, almost unconsciously, that she had dropped his rose. He stooped, picked it up and gave it to her. With a singular coolness -- for, though pale, she showed no excitement -- she quietly arranged the flower at her throat, still looking at the figure on the platform. A close observer would occasionally have found something cynical -- even sinister -- in Mark Telford's clear cut, smoothly chiseled face, but at the moment when he wheeled slowly and faced these two there was in it nothing but what was strong, refined and even noble. His eyes, dark and full, were set deep under well hung brows, and a duskiness in the flesh round them gave them softness as well as power.
Withal there was a melancholy as striking as it was unusual in him.