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“
I
sha
’
n
’
t
need
it
.
”
She
had
no
umbrella
,
and
he
opened
his
and
held
it
out
to
her
.
She
rejected
it
with
a
murmur
of
thanks
and
walked
on
through
the
thin
drizzle
,
and
he
kept
the
umbrella
over
his
own
head
,
without
offering
to
shelter
her
.
Rapidly
and
in
silence
they
crossed
the
court
and
began
to
walk
down
the
avenue
.
They
had
traversed
a
third
of
its
length
before
Darrow
said
abruptly
:
“
Wouldn
’
t
it
have
been
fairer
,
when
we
talked
together
yesterday
,
to
tell
me
what
I
’
ve
just
heard
from
Mrs
.
Leath
?
”
“
Fairer
—
—
?
”
She
stopped
short
with
a
startled
look
.
“
If
I
’
d
known
that
your
future
was
already
settled
I
should
have
spared
you
my
gratuitous
suggestions
.
”
She
walked
on
,
more
slowly
,
for
a
yard
or
two
.
“
I
couldn
’
t
speak
yesterday
.
I
meant
to
have
told
you
today
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
’
m
not
reproaching
you
for
your
lack
of
confidence
.
Only
,
if
you
had
told
me
,
I
should
have
been
more
sure
of
your
really
meaning
what
you
said
to
me
yesterday
.
”
She
did
not
ask
him
to
what
he
referred
,
and
he
saw
that
her
parting
words
to
him
lived
as
vividly
in
her
memory
as
in
his
.
“
Is
it
so
important
that
you
should
be
sure
?
”
she
finally
questioned
.
“
Not
to
you
,
naturally
,
”
he
returned
with
involuntary
asperity
.
It
was
incredible
,
yet
it
was
a
fact
,
that
for
the
moment
his
immediate
purpose
in
seeking
to
speak
to
her
was
lost
under
a
rush
of
resentment
at
counting
for
so
little
in
her
fate
.
Of
what
stuff
,
then
,
was
his
feeling
for
her
made
?
A
few
hours
earlier
she
had
touched
his
thoughts
as
little
as
his
senses
;
but
now
he
felt
old
sleeping
instincts
stir
in
him
.
.
.
A
rush
of
rain
dashed
against
his
face
,
and
,
catching
Sophy
’
s
hat
,
strained
it
back
from
her
loosened
hair
.
She
put
her
hands
to
her
head
with
a
familiar
gesture
.
.
.
.
He
came
closer
and
held
his
umbrella
over
her
.
.
.
