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Again
he
betrayed
a
restrained
impatience
.
“
How
can
I
answer
that
without
knowing
her
reasons
for
breaking
with
him
?
”
“
That
’
s
just
what
I
want
you
to
find
out
from
her
.
”
“
And
why
in
the
world
should
she
tell
me
?
”
“
Because
,
whatever
grievance
she
has
against
Owen
,
she
can
certainly
have
none
against
me
.
She
can
’
t
want
to
have
Owen
connect
me
in
his
mind
with
this
wretched
quarrel
;
and
she
must
see
that
he
will
until
he
’
s
convinced
you
’
ve
had
no
share
in
it
.
”
Darrow
’
s
elbow
dropped
from
the
mantel
-
piece
and
he
took
a
restless
step
or
two
across
the
room
.
Then
he
halted
before
her
.
“
Why
can
’
t
you
tell
her
this
yourself
?
”
“
Don
’
t
you
see
?
”
He
eyed
her
intently
,
and
she
pressed
on
:
“
You
must
have
guessed
that
Owen
’
s
jealous
of
you
.
”
“
Jealous
of
me
?
”
The
blood
flew
up
under
his
brown
skin
.
“
Blind
with
it
—
what
else
would
drive
him
to
this
folly
?
And
I
can
’
t
have
her
think
me
jealous
too
!
I
’
ve
said
all
I
could
,
short
of
making
her
think
so
;
and
she
’
s
refused
a
word
more
to
either
of
us
.
Our
only
chance
now
is
that
she
should
listen
to
you
—
that
you
should
make
her
see
the
harm
her
silence
may
do
.
”
