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”
I
began
to
stammer
feebly
that
I
hoped
she
hadn
’
t
thought
—
—
But
again
she
stopped
me
,
and
her
words
were
so
unexpected
that
they
quite
drove
Cynthia
,
and
her
troubles
,
out
of
my
mind
.
“
Mr
.
Hastings
,
”
she
said
,
“
do
you
think
I
and
my
husband
are
happy
together
?
”
I
was
considerably
taken
aback
,
and
murmured
something
about
it
’
s
not
being
my
business
to
think
anything
of
the
sort
.
“
Well
,
”
she
said
quietly
,
“
whether
it
is
your
business
or
not
,
I
will
tell
you
that
we
are
not
happy
.
”
I
said
nothing
,
for
I
saw
that
she
had
not
finished
.
She
began
slowly
,
walking
up
and
down
the
room
,
her
head
a
little
bent
,
and
that
slim
,
supple
figure
of
hers
swaying
gently
as
she
walked
.
She
stopped
suddenly
,
and
looked
up
at
me
.
“
You
don
’
t
know
anything
about
me
,
do
you
?
”
she
asked
.
“
Where
I
come
from
,
who
I
was
before
I
married
John
—
anything
,
in
fact
?
Well
,
I
will
tell
you
.
I
will
make
a
father
confessor
of
you
.
You
are
kind
,
I
think
—
yes
,
I
am
sure
you
are
kind
.
”
Somehow
,
I
was
not
quite
as
elated
as
I
might
have
been
.
I
remembered
that
Cynthia
had
begun
her
confidences
in
much
the
same
way
.
Besides
,
a
father
confessor
should
be
elderly
,
it
is
not
at
all
the
role
for
a
young
man
.
“
My
father
was
English
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Cavendish
,
“
but
my
mother
was
a
Russian
.
”
