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I
didn
’
t
know
where
you
were
:
I
wasn
’
t
out
of
this
house
last
night
.
”
She
made
no
answer
and
he
went
on
:
“
Is
it
a
lie
that
you
were
seen
coming
out
of
Miss
Hatchard
’
s
nigh
onto
midnight
?
”
She
straightened
herself
with
a
laugh
,
all
her
reckless
insolence
recovered
.
“
I
didn
’
t
look
to
see
what
time
it
was
.
”
“
You
lost
girl
.
.
.
you
.
.
.
you
.
.
.
.
Oh
,
my
God
,
why
did
you
tell
me
?
”
he
broke
out
,
dropping
into
his
chair
,
his
head
bowed
down
like
an
old
man
’
s
.
Charity
’
s
self
-
possession
had
returned
with
the
sense
of
her
danger
.
“
Do
you
suppose
I
’
d
take
the
trouble
to
lie
to
YOU
?
Who
are
you
,
anyhow
,
to
ask
me
where
I
go
to
when
I
go
out
at
night
?
”
Mr
.
Royall
lifted
his
head
and
looked
at
her
.
His
face
had
grown
quiet
and
almost
gentle
,
as
she
remembered
seeing
it
sometimes
when
she
was
a
little
girl
,
before
Mrs
.
Royall
died
.
“
Don
’
t
let
’
s
go
on
like
this
,
Charity
.
It
can
’
t
do
any
good
to
either
of
us
.
You
were
seen
going
into
that
fellow
’
s
house
.
.
.
you
were
seen
coming
out
of
it
.
.
.
.
I
’
ve
watched
this
thing
coming
,
and
I
’
ve
tried
to
stop
it
.
As
God
sees
me
,
I
have
.
.
.
.
”
“
Ah
,
it
WAS
you
,
then
?
I
knew
it
was
you
that
sent
him
away
!
”
He
looked
at
her
in
surprise
.
“
Didn
’
t
he
tell
you
so
?
I
thought
he
understood
.
”
He
spoke
slowly
,
with
difficult
pauses
,
“
I
didn
’
t
name
you
to
him
:
I
’
d
have
cut
my
hand
off
sooner
.
I
just
told
him
I
couldn
’
t
spare
the
horse
any
longer
;
and
that
the
cooking
was
getting
too
heavy
for
Verena
.
I
guess
he
’
s
the
kind
that
’
s
heard
the
same
thing
before
.
Anyhow
,
he
took
it
quietly
enough
.
He
said
his
job
here
was
about
done
,
anyhow
;
and
there
didn
’
t
another
word
pass
between
us
.
.
.
.
If
he
told
you
otherwise
he
told
you
an
untruth
.
”
