He felt stunned as if by a physical blow . After a time his fierce anger and shame died into a calm desperation . The deed was done beyond recall . It only remained for him to go to Una , tell her the truth , and implore her pardon . Then he must go from her sight and presence forever . * * * * * It was dusk when he went to her home . They told him that she was in the garden , and he found her there , standing at the curve of the box walk , among the last late-blooming flowers of the summer . Have you thought from his letters that she was a wonderful woman of marvellous beauty ? Not so . She was a sweet and slender slip of girlhood , with girlhood 's own charm and freshness . There were thousands like her in the world -- thank God for it ! -- but only one like her in one man 's eyes . He stood before her mute with shame , his boyish face white and haggard . She had blushed crimson all over her dainty paleness at sight of him , and laid her hand quickly on the breast of her white gown . Her eyes were downcast and her breath came shortly . He thought her silence the silence of anger and scorn . He wished that he might fling himself in the dust at her feet . `` Una -- Miss Clifford -- forgive me ! '' he stammered miserably . `` I -- I did not send them .
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