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He
had
moved
to
the
hearth
,
where
he
stood
pushing
about
the
small
ornaments
on
the
mantel
-
shelf
;
but
at
her
answer
he
turned
back
to
her
.
“
You
haven
’
t
,
of
course
,
spoken
of
it
to
any
one
?
”
“
No
;
but
I
intend
to
now
.
”
She
paused
for
his
reply
,
and
as
it
did
not
come
she
continued
:
“
If
Adelaide
Painter
’
s
to
be
told
there
’
s
no
possible
reason
why
I
shouldn
’
t
tell
Mr
.
Darrow
.
”
Owen
abruptly
set
down
the
little
statuette
between
his
fingers
.
“
None
whatever
:
I
want
every
one
to
know
.
”
She
smiled
a
little
at
his
over
-
emphasis
,
and
was
about
to
meet
it
with
a
word
of
banter
when
he
continued
,
facing
her
:
“
You
haven
’
t
,
as
yet
,
said
a
word
to
him
?
”
“
I
’
ve
told
him
nothing
,
except
what
the
discussion
of
our
own
plans
—
his
and
mine
—
obliged
me
to
:
that
you
were
thinking
of
marrying
,
and
that
I
wasn
’
t
willing
to
leave
France
till
I
’
d
done
what
I
could
to
see
you
through
.
”
At
her
first
words
the
colour
had
rushed
to
his
forehead
;
but
as
she
continued
she
saw
his
face
compose
itself
and
his
blood
subside
.
“
You
’
re
a
brick
,
my
dear
!
”
he
exclaimed
.
“
You
had
my
word
,
you
know
.
”
“
Yes
;
yes
—
I
know
.
”
His
face
had
clouded
again
.
