Chapter XIV
When, trembling all over, she entered the dining-room, Fiorsen was standing by the sideboard, holding the child. He came straight up and put her into Gyp's arms. "Take her," he said, "and do what you will. Be happy." Hugging her baby, close to the door as she could get, Gyp answered nothing. Her heart was in such a tumult that she could not have spoken a word to save her life; relieved, as one dying of thirst by unexpected water; grateful, bewildered, abashed, yet instinctively aware of something evanescent and unreal in his altruism. Daphne Wing! What bargain did this represent? Fiorsen must have felt the chill of this instinctive vision, for he cried out: "Yes! You never believed in me; you never thought me capable of good! Why didn't you?" Gyp bent her face over her baby to hide t
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