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What
he
saw
seemed
to
affect
him
deeply
,
for
he
grew
red
under
his
sunburn
,
and
stammered
out
:
“
But
,
Miss
Royall
,
I
assure
you
.
.
.
I
assure
you
.
.
.
.
”
His
distress
inflamed
her
anger
,
and
she
regained
her
voice
to
fling
back
:
“
If
I
was
you
I
’
d
have
the
nerve
to
stick
to
what
I
said
!
”
The
taunt
seemed
to
restore
his
presence
of
mind
.
“
I
hope
I
should
if
I
knew
;
but
I
don
’
t
.
Apparently
something
disagreeable
has
happened
,
for
which
you
think
I
’
m
to
blame
.
But
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
is
,
because
I
’
ve
been
up
on
Eagle
Ridge
ever
since
the
early
morning
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
where
you
’
ve
been
this
morning
,
but
I
know
you
were
here
in
this
library
yesterday
;
and
it
was
you
that
went
home
and
told
your
cousin
the
books
were
in
bad
shape
,
and
brought
her
round
to
see
how
I
’
d
neglected
them
.
”
Young
Harney
looked
sincerely
concerned
.
“
Was
that
what
you
were
told
?
I
don
’
t
wonder
you
’
re
angry
.
The
books
are
in
bad
shape
,
and
as
some
are
interesting
it
’
s
a
pity
.
I
told
Miss
Hatchard
they
were
suffering
from
dampness
and
lack
of
air
;
and
I
brought
her
here
to
show
her
how
easily
the
place
could
be
ventilated
.
I
also
told
her
you
ought
to
have
some
one
to
help
you
do
the
dusting
and
airing
.
If
you
were
given
a
wrong
version
of
what
I
said
I
’
m
sorry
;
but
I
’
m
so
fond
of
old
books
that
I
’
d
rather
see
them
made
into
a
bonfire
than
left
to
moulder
away
like
these
.
”
Charity
felt
her
sobs
rising
and
tried
to
stifle
them
in
words
.
“
I
don
’
t
care
what
you
say
you
told
her
.
All
I
know
is
she
thinks
it
’
s
all
my
fault
,
and
I
’
m
going
to
lose
my
job
,
and
I
wanted
it
more
’
n
anyone
in
the
village
,
because
I
haven
’
t
got
anybody
belonging
to
me
,
the
way
other
folks
have
.
All
I
wanted
was
to
put
aside
money
enough
to
get
away
from
here
sometime
.
D
’
you
suppose
if
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
that
I
’
d
have
kept
on
sitting
day
after
day
in
this
old
vault
?
”
Of
this
appeal
her
hearer
took
up
only
the
last
question
.
“
It
is
an
old
vault
;
but
need
it
be
?
That
’
s
the
point
.
And
it
’
s
my
putting
the
question
to
my
cousin
that
seems
to
have
been
the
cause
of
the
trouble
.
”
His
glance
explored
the
melancholy
penumbra
of
the
long
narrow
room
,
resting
on
the
blotched
walls
,
the
discoloured
rows
of
books
,
and
the
stern
rosewood
desk
surmounted
by
the
portrait
of
the
young
Honorius
.
“
Of
course
it
’
s
a
bad
job
to
do
anything
with
a
building
jammed
against
a
hill
like
this
ridiculous
mausoleum
:
you
couldn
’
t
get
a
good
draught
through
it
without
blowing
a
hole
in
the
mountain
.
But
it
can
be
ventilated
after
a
fashion
,
and
the
sun
can
be
let
in
:
I
’
ll
show
you
how
if
you
like
.
.
.
.
”
The
architect
’
s
passion
for
improvement
had
already
made
him
lose
sight
of
her
grievance
,
and
he
lifted
his
stick
instructively
toward
the
cornice
.
But
her
silence
seemed
to
tell
him
that
she
took
no
interest
in
the
ventilation
of
the
library
,
and
turning
back
to
her
abruptly
he
held
out
both
hands
.
“
Look
here
—
you
don
’
t
mean
what
you
said
?
You
don
’
t
really
think
I
’
d
do
anything
to
hurt
you
?
”
A
new
note
in
his
voice
disarmed
her
:
no
one
had
ever
spoken
to
her
in
that
tone
.
