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He
evaded
her
appeal
by
a
sudden
turn
.
“
What
were
your
reasons
for
waiting
?
”
Anna
did
not
immediately
answer
.
Her
step
-
son
’
s
eyes
were
on
her
face
,
and
under
his
gaze
she
felt
a
faint
disquietude
.
“
I
was
feeling
my
way
.
.
.
.
I
wanted
to
be
absolutely
sure
.
.
.
”
“
Absolutely
sure
of
what
?
”
She
delayed
again
for
a
just
perceptible
instant
.
“
Why
,
simply
of
our
side
of
the
case
.
”
“
But
you
told
me
you
were
,
the
other
day
,
when
we
talked
it
over
before
they
came
back
from
Ouchy
.
”
“
Oh
,
my
dear
—
if
you
think
that
,
in
such
a
complicated
matter
,
every
day
,
every
hour
,
doesn
’
t
more
or
less
modify
one
’
s
surest
sureness
!
”
“
That
’
s
just
what
I
’
m
driving
at
.
I
want
to
know
what
has
modified
yours
.
”
She
made
a
slight
gesture
of
impatience
.
“
What
does
it
matter
,
now
the
thing
’
s
done
?
I
don
’
t
know
that
I
could
give
any
clear
reason
.
.
.
”
