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“
Yes
—
let
’
s
go
out
and
listen
,
”
Anna
answered
.
Owen
threw
open
the
window
,
and
with
his
gesture
a
fold
of
the
heavy
star
-
sprinkled
sky
seemed
to
droop
into
the
room
like
a
drawn
-
in
curtain
.
The
air
that
entered
with
it
had
a
frosty
edge
,
and
Anna
bade
Effie
run
to
the
hall
for
wraps
.
Darrow
said
:
“
You
must
have
one
too
,
”
and
started
toward
the
door
;
but
Sophy
,
following
her
pupil
,
cried
back
:
“
We
’
ll
bring
things
for
everybody
.
”
Owen
had
followed
her
,
and
in
a
moment
the
three
reappeared
,
and
the
party
went
out
on
the
terrace
.
The
deep
blue
purity
of
the
night
was
unveiled
by
mist
,
and
the
moonlight
rimmed
the
edges
of
the
trees
with
a
silver
blur
and
blanched
to
unnatural
whiteness
the
statues
against
their
walls
of
shade
.
Darrow
and
Anna
,
with
Effie
between
them
,
strolled
to
the
farther
corner
of
the
terrace
.
Below
them
,
between
the
fringes
of
the
park
,
the
lawn
sloped
dimly
to
the
fields
above
the
river
.
For
a
few
minutes
they
stood
silently
side
by
side
,
touched
to
peace
beneath
the
trembling
beauty
of
the
sky
.
When
they
turned
back
,
Darrow
saw
that
Owen
and
Sophy
Viner
,
who
had
gone
down
the
steps
to
the
garden
,
were
also
walking
in
the
direction
of
the
house
.
As
they
advanced
,
Sophy
paused
in
a
patch
of
moonlight
,
between
the
sharp
shadows
of
the
yews
,
and
Darrow
noticed
that
she
had
thrown
over
her
shoulders
a
long
cloak
of
some
light
colour
,
which
suddenly
evoked
her
image
as
she
had
entered
the
restaurant
at
his
side
on
the
night
of
their
first
dinner
in
Paris
.
A
moment
later
they
were
all
together
again
on
the
terrace
,
and
when
they
re
-
entered
the
drawing
-
room
the
older
ladies
were
on
their
way
to
bed
Effie
,
emboldened
by
the
privileges
of
the
evening
,
was
for
coaxing
Owen
to
round
it
off
with
a
game
of
forfeits
or
some
such
reckless
climax
;
but
Sophy
,
resuming
her
professional
role
,
sounded
the
summons
to
bed
.
In
her
pupil
’
s
wake
she
made
her
round
of
good
-
nights
;
but
when
she
proffered
her
hand
to
Anna
,
the
latter
ignoring
the
gesture
held
out
both
arms
.
“
Good
-
night
,
dear
child
,
”
she
said
impulsively
,
and
drew
the
girl
to
her
kiss
.
The
next
day
was
Darrow
’
s
last
at
Givre
and
,
foreseeing
that
the
afternoon
and
evening
would
have
to
be
given
to
the
family
,
he
had
asked
Anna
to
devote
an
early
hour
to
the
final
consideration
of
their
plans
.
He
was
to
meet
her
in
the
brown
sitting
-
room
at
ten
,
and
they
were
to
walk
down
to
the
river
and
talk
over
their
future
in
the
little
pavilion
abutting
on
the
wall
of
the
park
.
It
was
just
a
week
since
his
arrival
at
Givre
,
and
Anna
wished
,
before
he
left
,
to
return
to
the
place
where
they
had
sat
on
their
first
afternoon
together
.
Her
sensitiveness
to
the
appeal
of
inanimate
things
,
to
the
colour
and
texture
of
whatever
wove
itself
into
the
substance
of
her
emotion
,
made
her
want
to
hear
Darrow
’
s
voice
,
and
to
feel
his
eyes
on
her
,
in
the
spot
where
bliss
had
first
flowed
into
her
heart
.
That
bliss
,
in
the
interval
,
had
wound
itself
into
every
fold
of
her
being
.
Passing
,
in
the
first
days
,
from
a
high
shy
tenderness
to
the
rush
of
a
secret
surrender
,
it
had
gradually
widened
and
deepened
,
to
flow
on
in
redoubled
beauty
.
She
thought
she
now
knew
exactly
how
and
why
she
loved
Darrow
,
and
she
could
see
her
whole
sky
reflected
in
the
deep
and
tranquil
current
of
her
love
.
