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“
I
don
’
t
know
.
But
Owen
seems
so
to
rely
on
you
,
too
—
—
”
“
Owen
!
Is
he
to
be
there
?
”
“
No
.
But
you
know
I
told
him
he
could
count
on
you
.
”
“
But
I
’
ve
said
to
your
mother
-
in
-
law
all
I
could
.
”
“
Well
,
then
you
can
only
repeat
it
.
”
This
did
not
seem
to
Darrow
to
simplify
his
case
as
much
as
she
appeared
to
think
;
and
once
more
he
had
a
movement
of
recoil
.
“
There
’
s
no
possible
reason
for
my
being
mixed
up
in
this
affair
!
”
Anna
gave
him
a
reproachful
glance
.
“
Not
the
fact
that
I
am
?
”
she
reminded
him
;
but
even
this
only
stiffened
his
resistance
.
“
Why
should
you
be
,
either
—
to
this
extent
?
”
The
question
made
her
pause
.
She
glanced
about
the
hall
,
as
if
to
be
sure
they
had
it
to
themselves
;
and
then
,
in
a
lowered
voice
:
“
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
she
suddenly
confessed
;
“
but
,
somehow
,
if
they
’
re
not
happy
I
feel
as
if
we
shouldn
’
t
be
.
”
“
Oh
,
well
—
”
Darrow
acquiesced
,
in
the
tone
of
the
man
who
perforce
yields
to
so
lovely
an
unreasonableness
.
Escape
was
,
after
all
,
impossible
,
and
he
could
only
resign
himself
to
being
led
to
Madame
de
Chantelle
’
s
door
.
