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Darrow
hesitated
.
“
I
suppose
she
thought
—
—
”
“
That
she
could
persuade
you
to
turn
Mrs
.
Leath
against
me
?
”
He
was
silent
,
and
she
pressed
him
:
“
Was
that
it
?
”
“
That
was
it
.
”
“
But
if
you
don
’
t
—
if
you
keep
your
promise
—
—
”
“
My
promise
?
”
“
To
say
nothing
.
.
.
nothing
whatever
.
.
.
”
Her
strained
look
threw
a
haggard
light
along
the
pause
.
As
she
spoke
,
the
whole
odiousness
of
the
scene
rushed
over
him
.
“
Of
course
I
shall
say
nothing
.
.
.
you
know
that
.
.
.
”
He
leaned
to
her
and
laid
his
hand
on
hers
.
“
You
know
I
wouldn
’
t
for
the
world
.
.
.
”
She
drew
back
and
hid
her
face
with
a
sob
.
Then
she
sank
again
into
her
seat
,
stretched
her
arms
across
the
table
and
laid
her
face
upon
them
.
He
sat
still
,
overwhelmed
with
compunction
.
After
a
long
interval
,
in
which
he
had
painfully
measured
the
seconds
by
her
hard
-
drawn
breathing
,
she
looked
up
at
him
with
a
face
washed
clear
of
bitterness
.
“
Don
’
t
suppose
I
don
’
t
know
what
you
must
have
thought
of
me
!
”
