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“
How
can
it
be
preposterous
,
since
it
’
s
true
?
Or
insulting
,
since
I
don
’
t
know
,
any
more
than
you
,
the
meaning
of
what
I
’
ve
been
seeing
?
If
you
’
ll
be
patient
with
me
I
’
ll
try
to
put
it
quietly
.
What
I
mean
is
that
Sophy
has
completely
changed
since
she
met
Darrow
here
,
and
that
,
having
noticed
the
change
,
I
’
m
hardly
to
blame
for
having
tried
to
find
out
its
cause
.
”
Anna
made
an
effort
to
answer
him
with
the
same
composure
.
“
You
’
re
to
blame
,
at
any
rate
,
for
so
recklessly
assuming
that
you
have
found
it
out
.
You
seem
to
forget
that
,
till
they
met
here
,
Sophy
and
Mr
.
Darrow
hardly
knew
each
other
.
”
“
If
so
,
it
’
s
all
the
stranger
that
they
’
ve
been
so
often
closeted
together
!
”
“
Owen
,
Owen
—
”
the
girl
sighed
out
.
He
turned
his
haggard
face
to
her
.
“
Can
I
help
it
,
if
I
’
ve
seen
and
known
what
I
wasn
’
t
meant
to
?
For
God
’
s
sake
give
me
a
reason
—
any
reason
I
can
decently
make
out
with
!
Is
it
my
fault
if
,
the
day
after
you
arrived
,
when
I
came
back
late
through
the
garden
,
the
curtains
of
the
study
hadn
’
t
been
drawn
,
and
I
saw
you
there
alone
with
Darrow
?
”
Anna
laughed
impatiently
.
“
Really
,
Owen
,
if
you
make
it
a
grievance
that
two
people
who
are
staying
in
the
same
house
should
be
seen
talking
together
—
—
!
”
“
They
were
not
talking
.
That
’
s
the
point
—
—
”
“
Not
talking
?
How
do
you
know
?
You
could
hardly
hear
them
from
the
garden
!
”
“
No
;
but
I
could
see
.
he
was
sitting
at
my
desk
,
with
his
face
in
his
hands
.
she
was
standing
in
the
window
,
looking
away
from
him
.
.
.
”
