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She
took
the
stroke
steadily
,
but
a
faint
red
swept
her
face
like
the
reflection
of
a
blush
.
She
continued
to
keep
her
lowered
eyes
on
the
screen
.
“
From
whose
point
of
view
do
you
speak
?
”
“
Naturally
,
that
of
the
persons
most
concerned
.
”
“
From
Owen
’
s
,
then
,
of
course
?
You
don
’
t
think
me
a
good
match
for
him
?
”
“
From
yours
,
first
of
all
.
I
don
’
t
think
him
a
good
match
for
you
.
”
He
brought
the
answer
out
abruptly
,
his
eyes
on
her
face
.
It
had
grown
extremely
pale
,
but
as
the
meaning
of
his
words
shaped
itself
in
her
mind
he
saw
a
curious
inner
light
dawn
through
her
set
look
.
She
lifted
her
lids
just
far
enough
for
a
veiled
glance
at
him
,
and
a
smile
slipped
through
them
to
her
trembling
lips
.
For
a
moment
the
change
merely
bewildered
him
;
then
it
pulled
him
up
with
a
sharp
jerk
of
apprehension
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
him
a
good
match
for
you
,
”
he
stammered
,
groping
for
the
lost
thread
of
his
words
.
She
threw
a
vague
look
about
the
chilly
rain
-
dimmed
room
.
“
And
you
’
ve
brought
me
here
to
tell
me
why
?
”
The
question
roused
him
to
the
sense
that
their
minutes
were
numbered
,
and
that
if
he
did
not
immediately
get
to
his
point
there
might
be
no
other
chance
of
making
it
.
