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“
She
didn
’
t
wish
it
known
that
I
’
d
met
her
.
”
“
Why
shouldn
’
t
she
have
wished
it
known
?
”
“
She
had
quarrelled
with
Mrs
.
Murrett
and
come
over
suddenly
to
Paris
,
and
she
didn
’
t
want
the
Farlows
to
hear
of
it
.
I
came
across
her
by
accident
,
and
she
asked
me
not
to
speak
of
having
seen
her
.
”
“
Because
of
her
quarrel
?
Because
she
was
ashamed
of
her
part
in
it
?
”
“
Oh
,
no
.
There
was
nothing
for
her
to
be
ashamed
of
.
But
the
Farlows
had
found
the
place
for
her
,
and
she
didn
’
t
want
them
to
know
how
suddenly
she
’
d
had
to
leave
,
and
how
badly
Mrs
.
Murrett
had
behaved
.
She
was
in
a
terrible
plight
—
the
woman
had
even
kept
back
her
month
’
s
salary
.
She
knew
the
Farlows
would
be
awfully
upset
,
and
she
wanted
more
time
to
prepare
them
.
”
Darrow
heard
himself
speak
as
though
the
words
had
proceeded
from
other
lips
.
His
explanation
sounded
plausible
enough
,
and
he
half
-
fancied
Anna
’
s
look
grew
lighter
.
She
waited
a
moment
,
as
though
to
be
sure
he
had
no
more
to
add
;
then
she
said
:
“
But
the
Farlows
did
know
;
they
told
me
all
about
it
when
they
sent
her
to
me
.
”
He
flushed
as
if
she
had
laid
a
deliberate
trap
for
him
.
“
They
may
know
now
;
they
didn
’
t
then
—
—
”
“
That
’
s
no
reason
for
her
continuing
now
to
make
a
mystery
of
having
met
you
.
”
“
It
’
s
the
only
reason
I
can
give
you
.
”
