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Although he had never hinted directly at such a thing, the conviction
had been growing upon her for the last two or three years that Natas
really intended her to marry Tremayne, and so, in the case of his own
death, form a bond that should hold him to the Brotherhood when the
chain of his own control was snapped. Though she instinctively shrank
from such a union of mere policy, she would enter it without hesitation
at her father's bidding, and for the sake of the Cause to which her life
was devoted.
How great such a sacrifice would be, should it ever be asked of her, no
one but herself could ever know, for she was perfectly well aware that
in Tremayne's strange double life there were two loves, one of which,
and that not the real and natural one, was hers.
Had she felt that she had the disposal of herself in her own hands, she
would not, perhaps, have waited with such painful apprehension the
avowal which hour after hour, now that they were brought into such close
and constant relationships on board this little vessel high in mid-air,
she saw trembling on the lips of her rescuer.
Arnold's life of hard, honest work, and his constant habit of facing
truth in its most uncompromising forms, had made dissimulation almost
impossible to him; and added to that, situated as he was, there was no
necessity for it. Colston knew of his love, and the Princess had guessed
it long ago. Did Natasha know his open secret? Of that he hardly dared
to be sure, though something told him that the inevitable moment of
knowledge was near at hand.
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