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“
Not
tomorrow
!
”
“
Then
when
may
I
?
”
“
Later
.
.
.
in
a
little
while
.
.
.
a
few
days
.
.
.
”
“
In
how
many
days
?
”
“
Owen
!
”
his
step
-
mother
interposed
;
but
he
seemed
no
longer
aware
of
her
.
“
If
you
go
away
today
,
the
day
that
our
engagement
’
s
made
known
,
it
’
s
only
fair
,
”
he
persisted
,
“
that
you
should
tell
me
when
I
am
to
see
you
.
”
Sophy
’
s
eyes
wavered
between
the
two
and
dropped
down
wearily
.
“
It
’
s
you
who
are
not
fair
—
when
I
’
ve
said
I
wanted
to
be
quiet
.
”
“
But
why
should
my
coming
disturb
you
?
I
’
m
not
asking
now
to
come
tomorrow
.
I
only
ask
you
not
to
leave
without
telling
me
when
I
’
m
to
see
you
.
”
“
Owen
,
I
don
’
t
understand
you
!
”
his
step
-
mother
exclaimed
.
“
You
don
’
t
understand
my
asking
for
some
explanation
,
some
assurance
,
when
I
’
m
left
in
this
way
,
without
a
word
,
without
a
sign
?
All
I
ask
her
to
tell
me
is
when
she
’
ll
see
me
.
”
Anna
turned
back
to
Sophy
Viner
,
who
stood
straight
and
tremulous
between
the
two
.
