What was I to think when Phillippa would n't answer my letters ? '' `` She never got one , '' I cried . `` She wept her sweet eyes out over you . SOMEBODY must have got those letters . '' And I knew then , and I know now , though never a shadow of proof have I , that Isabella Clark had got them -- and kept them . That woman would stick at nothing . `` Well , we 'll sift that matter some other time , '' said Owen impatiently . `` There are other things to think of now . I must see Phillippa . '' `` I 'll manage it for you , '' I said eagerly ; but , just as I spoke , the door opened and Isabella and Mark came in . Never shall I forget the look on Isabella 's face . I almost felt sorry for her . She turned sickly yellow and her eyes went wild ; they were looking at the downfall of all her schemes and hopes . I did n't look at Mark Foster , at first , and , when I did , there was n't anything to see . His face was just as sallow and wooden as ever ; he looked undersized and common beside Owen . Nobody 'd ever have picked him out for a bridegroom . Owen spoke first . `` I want to see Phillippa , '' he said , as if it were but yesterday that he had gone away . All Isabella 's smoothness and policy had dropped away from her , and the real woman stood there , plotting and unscrupulous , as I 'd always know her . `` You ca n't see her , '' she said desperate-like .
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