For, looking in the glass, she
had seen a dark form pass behind her, as if it had just come in at the
door of the room. She knew who it was without turning around. It was
Terence Sullivan. He was still close to the door now, and she was
across the room. She had the little iron crucifix in her hand and she
turned and faced him.
"What are you doing here?" she said.
Terence only stared at her, for an instant, more surprised than she
was herself. Then he stammered: "What--what am I--"
"What are you here for?" said Kathleen. "Why do you follow me like
this? I won't let you. Go away."
Terence was a little more himself now. "Which eye do you see me with?"
he cried.
"With both eyes, of course," said Kathleen.
"This for both of them, then!" Terence cried, and he struck at
Kathleen's eyes with his fist.
She raised her hand quickly to ward off the blow, and Terence's hand
touched the iron crucifix. The blow did not reach her eyes. Terence
started back from her and fell upon the floor. Only for an instant
Kathleen saw his face.
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