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“
My
chief
reason
is
that
I
believe
he
’
s
too
young
and
inexperienced
to
give
you
the
kind
of
support
you
need
.
”
At
his
words
her
face
changed
again
,
freezing
to
a
tragic
coldness
.
She
stared
straight
ahead
of
her
,
perceptibly
struggling
with
the
tremor
of
her
muscles
;
and
when
she
had
controlled
it
she
flung
out
a
pale
-
lipped
pleasantry
.
“
But
you
see
I
’
ve
always
had
to
support
myself
!
”
“
He
’
s
a
boy
,
”
Darrow
pushed
on
,
“
a
charming
,
wonderful
boy
;
but
with
no
more
notion
than
a
boy
how
to
deal
with
the
inevitable
daily
problems
.
.
.
the
trivial
stupid
unimportant
things
that
life
is
chiefly
made
up
of
.
”
“
I
’
ll
deal
with
them
for
him
,
”
she
rejoined
.
“
They
’
ll
be
more
than
ordinarily
difficult
.
”
She
shot
a
challenging
glance
at
him
.
“
You
must
have
some
special
reason
for
saying
so
.
”
“
Only
my
clear
perception
of
the
facts
.
”
“
What
facts
do
you
mean
?
”
Darrow
hesitated
.
“
You
must
know
better
than
I
,
”
he
returned
at
length
,
“
that
the
way
won
’
t
be
made
easy
to
you
.
”
“
Mrs
.
Leath
,
at
any
rate
,
has
made
it
so
.
”
