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For a full moment of tense silence Nesta and Pratt looked at each other across the letter which he held in his outstretched hand -- looked steadily and with a certain amount of stern inquiry. And it was Nesta's eyes which first gave way -- beaten by the certainty in Pratt's. She looked aside; her cheeks flamed; she felt as if something were rising in her throat -- to choke her.
"I can't believe that! " she muttered. "You're -- mistaken! Oh -- utterly mistaken!"