  Her dark, wet eyes seemed touched with smouldering
fire | | Frontispiece | “What I have seen,” Matravers said gravely, “I
do not like” | Page | 15 | | But nothing in her words or in his alluded to it | “ | 25 | Her companion, who was intent upon the wine list,
noticed nothing | “ | 31 | “Friends,” she repeated, with a certain wistfulness
in her tone | “ | 65 | At half-past four his servant brought in a small
tea equipage | “ | 83 | With an old-fashioned courtesy ... he offered
her his arm | “ | 105 | There seemed to him something almost unearthly
about this woman with her soft grey gown
and marble face | “ | 111 | Matravers was suddenly conscious of an odd sense
of disturbance | “ | 135 | “I can do it,” she assured him. “I believe you
doubt my ability, but you need not” | “ | 143 | “Do you know that man is driving me slowly
mad?” | “ | 149 | Matravers found himself wondering at this new
and very natural note of domesticity in her | “ | 169 | She did not answer him. But indeed there was
no need | “ | 173 | “I am compelled to tell you, and these gentlemen,
that your statement is a lie!” | “ | 191 | “You mean this!” he cried thickly. “Say it
again—quick!” | “ | 211 | Berenice was lying in a crumpled heap on the low
couch | “ | 233 | But there was no answer—there never could be
any answer | “ | 259 |
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