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Her
lips
were
parted
in
a
noiseless
laugh
and
the
tremor
of
her
lashes
made
their
shadow
move
on
her
cheek
.
He
looked
at
her
through
a
mist
of
pain
and
saw
all
her
offered
beauty
held
up
like
a
cup
to
his
lips
;
but
as
he
stooped
to
it
a
darkness
seemed
to
fall
between
them
,
her
arms
slipped
from
his
shoulders
and
she
drew
away
from
him
abruptly
.
“
But
she
was
with
you
,
then
?
”
she
exclaimed
;
and
then
,
as
he
stared
at
her
:
“
Oh
,
don
’
t
say
no
!
Only
go
and
look
at
your
eyes
!
”
He
stood
speechless
,
and
she
pressed
on
:
“
Don
’
t
deny
it
—
oh
,
don
’
t
deny
it
!
What
will
be
left
for
me
to
imagine
if
you
do
?
Don
’
t
you
see
how
every
single
thing
cries
it
out
?
Owen
sees
it
—
he
saw
it
again
just
now
!
When
I
told
him
she
’
d
relented
,
and
would
see
him
,
he
said
:
‘
Is
that
Darrow
’
s
doing
too
?
’
”
Darrow
took
the
onslaught
in
silence
.
He
might
have
spoken
,
have
summoned
up
the
usual
phrases
of
banter
and
denial
;
he
was
not
even
certain
that
they
might
not
,
for
the
moment
,
have
served
their
purpose
if
he
could
have
uttered
them
without
being
seen
.
But
he
was
as
conscious
of
what
had
happened
to
his
face
as
if
he
had
obeyed
Anna
’
s
bidding
and
looked
at
himself
in
the
glass
.
He
knew
he
could
no
more
hide
from
her
what
was
written
there
than
he
could
efface
from
his
soul
the
fiery
record
of
what
he
had
just
lived
through
.
There
before
him
,
staring
him
in
the
eyes
,
and
reflecting
itself
in
all
his
lineaments
,
was
the
overwhelming
fact
of
Sophy
Viner
’
s
passion
and
of
the
act
by
which
she
had
attested
it
.
Anna
was
talking
again
,
hurriedly
,
feverishly
,
and
his
soul
was
wrung
by
the
anguish
in
her
voice
.
“
Do
speak
at
last
—
you
must
speak
!
I
don
’
t
want
to
ask
you
to
harm
the
girl
;
but
you
must
see
that
your
silence
is
doing
her
more
harm
than
your
answering
my
questions
could
.
You
’
re
leaving
me
only
the
worst
things
to
think
of
her
.
.
.
she
’
d
see
that
herself
if
she
were
here
.
What
worse
injury
can
you
do
her
than
to
make
me
hate
her
—
to
make
me
feel
she
’
s
plotted
with
you
to
deceive
us
?
”
“
Oh
,
not
that
!
”
Darrow
heard
his
own
voice
before
he
was
aware
that
he
meant
to
speak
.
“
Yes
;
I
did
see
her
in
Paris
,
”
he
went
on
after
a
pause
;
“
but
I
was
bound
to
respect
her
reason
for
not
wanting
it
known
.
”
Anna
paled
.
“
It
was
she
at
the
theatre
that
night
?
”
“
I
was
with
her
at
the
theatre
one
night
.
”
“
Why
should
she
have
asked
you
not
to
say
so
?
”
