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Sophy
raised
her
head
with
a
quick
flash
of
colour
.
“
I
’
ve
no
answer
either
—
except
that
Owen
must
be
mad
.
”
In
the
interval
since
she
had
last
spoken
she
seemed
to
have
regained
her
self
-
control
,
and
her
voice
rang
clear
,
with
a
cold
edge
of
anger
.
Anna
looked
at
her
step
-
son
.
He
had
grown
extremely
pale
,
and
his
hand
fell
from
the
door
with
a
discouraged
gesture
.
“
That
’
s
all
then
?
You
won
’
t
give
me
any
reason
?
”
“
I
didn
’
t
suppose
it
was
necessary
to
give
you
or
any
one
else
a
reason
for
talking
with
a
friend
of
Mrs
.
Leath
’
s
under
Mrs
.
Leath
’
s
own
roof
.
”
Owen
hardly
seemed
to
feel
the
retort
:
he
kept
his
dogged
stare
on
her
face
.
“
I
won
’
t
ask
for
one
,
then
.
I
’
ll
only
ask
you
to
give
me
your
assurance
that
your
talks
with
Darrow
have
had
nothing
to
do
with
your
suddenly
deciding
to
leave
Givre
.
”
She
hesitated
,
not
so
much
with
the
air
of
weighing
her
answer
as
of
questioning
his
right
to
exact
any
.
“
I
give
you
my
assurance
;
and
now
I
should
like
to
go
,
”
she
said
.
As
she
turned
away
,
Anna
intervened
.
“
My
dear
,
I
think
you
ought
to
speak
.
”
The
girl
drew
herself
up
with
a
faint
laugh
.
“
To
him
—
or
to
you
?
”
