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Her
eyes
were
still
fixed
on
the
upper
reaches
of
the
sky
when
she
became
aware
that
a
shadow
had
flitted
across
the
glory
-
flooded
room
:
it
must
have
been
Harney
passing
the
window
against
the
sunset
.
.
.
.
She
half
raised
herself
,
and
then
dropped
back
on
her
folded
arms
.
The
combs
had
slipped
from
her
hair
,
and
it
trailed
in
a
rough
dark
rope
across
her
breast
.
She
lay
quite
still
,
a
sleepy
smile
on
her
lips
,
her
indolent
lids
half
shut
.
There
was
a
fumbling
at
the
padlock
and
she
called
out
:
“
Have
you
slipped
the
chain
?
”
The
door
opened
,
and
Mr
.
Royall
walked
into
the
room
.
She
started
up
,
sitting
back
against
the
cushions
,
and
they
looked
at
each
other
without
speaking
.
Then
Mr
.
Royall
closed
the
door
-
latch
and
advanced
a
few
steps
.
Charity
jumped
to
her
feet
.
“
What
have
you
come
for
?
”
she
stammered
.
The
last
glare
of
the
sunset
was
on
her
guardian
’
s
face
,
which
looked
ash
-
coloured
in
the
yellow
radiance
.
“
Because
I
knew
you
were
here
,
”
he
answered
simply
.
She
had
become
conscious
of
the
hair
hanging
loose
across
her
breast
,
and
it
seemed
as
though
she
could
not
speak
to
him
till
she
had
set
herself
in
order
.
She
groped
for
her
comb
,
and
tried
to
fasten
up
the
coil
.
Mr
.
Royall
silently
watched
her
.
“
Charity
,
”
he
said
,
“
he
’
ll
be
here
in
a
minute
.
Let
me
talk
to
you
first
.
”
“
You
’
ve
got
no
right
to
talk
to
me
.
I
can
do
what
I
please
.
”
“
Yes
.
What
is
it
you
mean
to
do
?
”
