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Ransom made no reply; he was watching the door, which at that moment gave way from within. Verena stood there -- it was she, evidently, who had opened it -- and her eyes went straight to his. She was dressed in white, and her face was whiter than her garment; above it her hair seemed to shine like fire. She took a step forward; but before she could take another he had come down to her, on the threshold of the room. Her face was full of suffering, and he did not attempt -- before all those eyes -- to take her hand; he only said in a low tone, "I have been waiting for you -- a long time!"
"I know it -- I saw you in your seat -- I want to speak to you."