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“
And
that
’
s
all
—
positively
all
—
you
’
ve
ever
said
to
him
?
”
“
Positively
all
.
But
why
do
you
ask
?
”
He
had
a
moment
’
s
embarrassed
hesitation
.
“
It
was
understood
,
wasn
’
t
it
,
that
my
grandmother
was
to
be
the
first
to
know
?
”
“
Well
—
and
so
she
has
been
,
hasn
’
t
she
,
since
you
’
ve
told
her
?
”
He
turned
back
to
his
restless
shifting
of
the
knick
-
knacks
.
“
And
you
’
re
sure
that
nothing
you
’
ve
said
to
Darrow
could
possibly
have
given
him
a
hint
—
—
?
”
“
Nothing
I
’
ve
said
to
him
—
certainly
.
”
He
swung
about
on
her
.
“
Why
do
you
put
it
in
that
way
?
”
“
In
what
way
?
”
“
Why
—
as
if
you
thought
some
one
else
might
have
spoken
.
.
.
”
