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“
I
didn
’
t
know
,
then
,
who
it
was
that
Owen
wanted
to
marry
.
”
The
words
were
out
with
a
spring
and
he
felt
a
clearer
air
in
his
brain
.
But
her
logic
hemmed
him
in
.
“
You
knew
yesterday
;
and
you
assured
me
then
that
you
hadn
’
t
a
word
to
say
—
—
”
“
Against
Miss
Viner
?
”
The
name
,
once
uttered
,
sounded
on
and
on
in
his
ears
.
“
Of
course
not
.
But
that
doesn
’
t
necessarily
imply
that
I
think
her
a
good
match
for
Owen
.
”
Anna
made
no
immediate
answer
.
When
she
spoke
it
was
to
question
:
“
Why
don
’
t
you
think
her
a
good
match
for
Owen
?
”
“
Well
—
Madame
de
Chantelle
’
s
reasons
seem
to
me
not
quite
as
negligible
as
you
think
.
”
“
You
mean
the
fact
that
she
’
s
been
Mrs
.
Murrett
’
s
secretary
,
and
that
the
people
who
employed
her
before
were
called
Hoke
?
For
,
as
far
as
Owen
and
I
can
make
out
,
these
are
the
gravest
charges
against
her
.
”
“
Still
,
one
can
understand
that
the
match
is
not
what
Madame
de
Chantelle
had
dreamed
of
.
”
“
Oh
,
perfectly
—
if
that
’
s
all
you
mean
.
”
The
lodge
was
in
sight
,
and
she
hastened
her
step
.
He
strode
on
beside
her
in
silence
,
but
at
the
gate
she
checked
him
with
the
question
:
“
Is
it
really
all
you
mean
?
”
“
Of
course
,
”
he
heard
himself
declare
.
