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He
got
to
his
feet
and
stood
looking
down
on
her
with
a
tormented
brow
.
“
But
it
’
s
absolutely
necessary
that
you
should
.
”
At
his
tone
her
impatience
flared
up
.
“
It
’
s
not
necessary
that
I
should
give
you
any
explanation
whatever
,
since
you
’
ve
taken
the
matter
out
of
my
hands
.
All
I
can
say
is
that
I
was
trying
to
help
you
:
that
no
other
thought
ever
entered
my
mind
.
”
She
paused
a
moment
and
then
added
:
“
If
you
doubted
it
,
you
were
right
to
do
what
you
’
ve
done
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
never
doubted
you
!
”
he
retorted
,
with
a
fugitive
stress
on
the
pronoun
.
His
face
had
cleared
to
its
old
look
of
trust
.
“
Don
’
t
be
offended
if
I
’
ve
seemed
to
,
”
he
went
on
.
“
I
can
’
t
quite
explain
myself
,
either
.
.
.
it
’
s
all
a
kind
of
tangle
,
isn
’
t
it
?
That
’
s
why
I
thought
I
’
d
better
speak
at
once
;
or
rather
why
I
didn
’
t
think
at
all
,
but
just
suddenly
blurted
the
thing
out
—
—
”
Anna
gave
him
back
his
look
of
conciliation
.
“
Well
,
the
how
and
why
don
’
t
much
matter
now
.
The
point
is
how
to
deal
with
your
grandmother
.
You
’
ve
not
told
me
what
she
means
to
do
.
”
“
Oh
,
she
means
to
send
for
Adelaide
Painter
.
”
The
name
drew
a
faint
note
of
mirth
from
him
and
relaxed
both
their
faces
to
a
smile
.
“
Perhaps
,
”
Anna
added
,
“
it
’
s
really
the
best
thing
for
us
all
.
”
Owen
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
“
It
’
s
too
preposterous
and
humiliating
.
Dragging
that
woman
into
our
secrets
—
—
!
”
“
This
could
hardly
be
a
secret
much
longer
.
”
