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“
Not
anywhere
.
”
He
cleared
his
throat
and
asked
sternly
:
“
Why
?
”
“
I
’
d
rather
not
,
”
she
said
,
swinging
past
him
on
her
way
to
her
room
.
It
was
the
following
week
that
he
brought
her
up
the
Crimson
Rambler
and
its
fan
from
Hepburn
.
He
had
never
given
her
anything
before
.
The
next
outstanding
incident
of
her
life
had
happened
two
years
later
,
when
she
was
seventeen
.
Lawyer
Royall
,
who
hated
to
go
to
Nettleton
,
had
been
called
there
in
connection
with
a
case
.
He
still
exercised
his
profession
,
though
litigation
languished
in
North
Dormer
and
its
outlying
hamlets
;
and
for
once
he
had
had
an
opportunity
that
he
could
not
afford
to
refuse
.
He
spent
three
days
in
Nettleton
,
won
his
case
,
and
came
back
in
high
good
-
humour
.
It
was
a
rare
mood
with
him
,
and
manifested
itself
on
this
occasion
by
his
talking
impressively
at
the
supper
-
table
of
the
“
rousing
welcome
”
his
old
friends
had
given
him
.
He
wound
up
confidentially
:
“
I
was
a
damn
fool
ever
to
leave
Nettleton
.
It
was
Mrs
.
Royall
that
made
me
do
it
.
”
Charity
immediately
perceived
that
something
bitter
had
happened
to
him
,
and
that
he
was
trying
to
talk
down
the
recollection
.
She
went
up
to
bed
early
,
leaving
him
seated
in
moody
thought
,
his
elbows
propped
on
the
worn
oilcloth
of
the
supper
table
.
On
the
way
up
she
had
extracted
from
his
overcoat
pocket
the
key
of
the
cupboard
where
the
bottle
of
whiskey
was
kept
.
She
was
awakened
by
a
rattling
at
her
door
and
jumped
out
of
bed
.
She
heard
Mr
.
Royall
’
s
voice
,
low
and
peremptory
,
and
opened
the
door
,
fearing
an
accident
.
No
other
thought
had
occurred
to
her
;
but
when
she
saw
him
in
the
doorway
,
a
ray
from
the
autumn
moon
falling
on
his
discomposed
face
,
she
understood
.
For
a
moment
they
looked
at
each
other
in
silence
;
then
,
as
he
put
his
foot
across
the
threshold
,
she
stretched
out
her
arm
and
stopped
him
.
“
You
go
right
back
from
here
,
”
she
said
,
in
a
shrill
voice
that
startled
her
;
“
you
ain
’
t
going
to
have
that
key
tonight
.
”
“
Charity
,
let
me
in
.
I
don
’
t
want
the
key
.
I
’
m
a
lonesome
man
,
”
he
began
,
in
the
deep
voice
that
sometimes
moved
her
.
