She put her hand to her throat.
"You would have blamed me for his death?"
"Yes."
"Then. even now, if - "
"Yes."
The sheer cruelty of it sent him pale. Yet it was not so much
deliberate as unconscious. She was forcing herself to an unwonted
honesty. It was her honest conviction that he was responsible for
Graham's wounding and danger.
"Let me get to the bottom of this," he said quietly. "You hold me
responsible. Very well. How far does that take us? How far does
that take you? To Rodney!"
"You needn't be brutal. Rodney understands me. He - he cares for
me, Clay."
"I see. And, since you sent for him I take it you care for Rodney."
"I don't know. I - "
"Isn't it time you do know? For God's sake, Natalie, make up your
mind to some course and stick to it."
But accustomed as he was to the curious turns of her mind, he was
still astounded to have her turn on him and accuse him of trying to
get rid of her. It was not until later that he realized in that
attitude of hers her old instinct of shifting the responsibility
from her own shoulders.
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