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“
That
’
s
what
you
’
ve
done
,
”
she
rejoined
.
“
You
’
ve
convinced
me
that
it
’
s
best
I
shouldn
’
t
marry
him
.
”
Darrow
broke
into
a
despairing
laugh
.
“
At
the
very
moment
when
you
’
d
convinced
me
to
the
contrary
!
”
“
Had
I
?
”
Her
smile
flickered
up
.
“
Well
,
I
really
believed
it
till
you
showed
me
.
.
.
warned
me
.
.
.
”
“
Warned
you
?
”
“
That
I
’
d
be
miserable
if
I
married
a
man
I
didn
’
t
love
.
”
“
Don
’
t
you
love
him
?
”
She
made
no
answer
,
and
Darrow
started
up
and
walked
away
to
the
other
end
of
the
room
.
He
stopped
before
the
writing
-
table
,
where
his
photograph
,
well
-
dressed
,
handsome
,
self
-
sufficient
—
the
portrait
of
a
man
of
the
world
,
confident
of
his
ability
to
deal
adequately
with
the
most
delicate
situations
—
offered
its
huge
fatuity
to
his
gaze
.
He
turned
back
to
her
.
“
It
’
s
rather
hard
on
Owen
,
isn
’
t
it
,
that
you
should
have
waited
until
now
to
tell
him
?
”
She
reflected
a
moment
before
answering
.
“
I
told
him
as
soon
as
I
knew
.
”
“
Knew
that
you
couldn
’
t
marry
him
?
”
