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Sophy
Viner
,
with
an
almost
imperceptible
recoil
of
her
whole
slight
person
,
had
drawn
her
hand
from
under
the
palm
enclosing
it
.
“
That
’
s
what
I
wanted
to
talk
to
you
about
—
the
future
.
”
“
Of
course
!
We
’
ve
all
so
many
plans
to
make
—
and
to
fit
into
each
other
’
s
.
Please
let
’
s
begin
with
yours
.
”
The
girl
paused
a
moment
,
her
hands
clasped
on
the
arms
of
her
chair
,
her
lids
dropped
under
Anna
’
s
gaze
;
then
she
said
:
“
I
should
like
to
make
no
plans
at
all
.
.
.
just
yet
.
.
.
”
“
No
plans
?
”
“
No
—
I
should
like
to
go
away
.
.
.
my
friends
the
Farlows
would
let
me
go
to
them
.
.
.
”
Her
voice
grew
firmer
and
she
lifted
her
eyes
to
add
:
“
I
should
like
to
leave
today
,
if
you
don
’
t
mind
.
”
Anna
listened
with
a
rising
wonder
.
“
You
want
to
leave
Givre
at
once
?
”
She
gave
the
idea
a
moment
’
s
swift
consideration
.
“
You
prefer
to
be
with
your
friends
till
your
marriage
?
I
understand
that
—
but
surely
you
needn
’
t
rush
off
today
?
There
are
so
many
details
to
discuss
;
and
before
long
,
you
know
,
I
shall
be
going
away
too
.
”
“
Yes
,
I
know
.
”
The
girl
was
evidently
trying
to
steady
her
voice
.
“
But
I
should
like
to
wait
a
few
days
—
to
have
a
little
more
time
to
myself
.
”
