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The
cry
struck
him
down
to
a
lower
depth
of
self
-
abasement
.
“
My
poor
child
,
”
he
felt
like
answering
,
“
the
shame
of
it
is
that
I
’
ve
never
thought
of
you
at
all
!
”
But
he
could
only
uselessly
repeat
:
“
I
’
ll
do
anything
I
can
to
help
you
.
”
She
sat
silent
,
drumming
the
table
with
her
hand
.
He
saw
that
her
doubt
of
him
was
allayed
,
and
the
perception
made
him
more
ashamed
,
as
if
her
trust
had
first
revealed
to
him
how
near
he
had
come
to
not
deserving
it
.
Suddenly
she
began
to
speak
.
“
You
think
,
then
,
I
’
ve
no
right
to
marry
him
?
”
“
No
right
?
God
forbid
!
I
only
meant
—
—
”
“
That
you
’
d
rather
I
didn
’
t
marry
any
friend
of
yours
.
”
She
brought
it
out
deliberately
,
not
as
a
question
,
but
as
a
mere
dispassionate
statement
of
fact
.
Darrow
in
turn
stood
up
and
wandered
away
helplessly
to
the
window
He
stood
staring
out
through
its
small
discoloured
panes
at
the
dim
brown
distances
;
then
he
moved
back
to
the
table
.
“
I
’
ll
tell
you
exactly
what
I
meant
.
You
’
ll
be
wretched
if
you
marry
a
man
you
’
re
not
in
love
with
.
”
He
knew
the
risk
of
misapprehension
that
he
ran
,
but
he
estimated
his
chances
of
success
as
precisely
in
proportion
to
his
peril
.
If
certain
signs
meant
what
he
thought
they
did
,
he
might
yet
—
at
what
cost
he
would
not
stop
to
think
—
make
his
past
pay
for
his
future
.
The
girl
,
at
his
words
,
had
lifted
her
head
with
a
movement
of
surprise
.
Her
eyes
slowly
reached
his
face
and
rested
there
in
a
gaze
of
deep
interrogation
.
He
held
the
look
for
a
moment
;
then
his
own
eyes
dropped
and
he
waited
.
