CHAPTER IX

AN OLD MAN'S HATE "Margharita! You have come at last. It is done, then. Say that it is done!" She stood quite still in the humble red-tiled sitting-room, and looked at him with a great compassion shining out of her dark, clear eyes. He was worn almost to a shadow, and his limbs were shaking with weakness, as he half rose to greet her. Only his eyes were still alight and burning. Save for them he might have been a corpse. Something of the old passionate pity swept through her as she stood there, but its fierce…