Half an hour later he stood with a studio guide at the edge of a set where his wife was working. A circle of bright lights played on the actors, making it impossible for them. io see into tne gloom beyond. Her beauty shook him, but he had steeled himself. He realized that he was outwardly cool and calm and would stay that way through the painful scene of his parting. No melodrama for him. No, si 2 How the woman could She was in the hero's arms now, and every well remembered tone of her gorgeous voice cut deep into the heart of the man who stood beyond the lights, waiting for her scene to end. Yes, the play of the mummers would end; but real tragedy would have to follow.
Could that handsome young leading man be the one? he actress was certainly ardent as she played to hin: Was it all acting? In spite of his decision to show no emotion, the husband's hands were clenched as he gazed upon the woman he had loved—God help him, still loved.
He watched, fascinated, as she tore herself out of the man's arms, speaking her lines through real tears "Love you? Ofi course I love you. How can I help it after al thats happened—after what we've been to each other—"
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