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Darrow
turned
away
with
a
groan
.
“
Oh
,
let
her
go
—
let
her
go
.
”
“
Then
there
is
something
—
something
really
bad
?
She
was
with
some
one
when
you
met
her
?
Some
one
with
whom
she
was
—
—
”
She
broke
off
,
and
he
saw
her
struggling
with
new
thoughts
.
“
If
it
’
s
that
,
of
course
.
.
.
.
Oh
,
don
’
t
you
see
,
”
she
desperately
appealed
to
him
,
“
that
I
must
find
out
,
and
that
it
’
s
too
late
now
for
you
not
to
speak
?
Don
’
t
be
afraid
that
I
’
ll
betray
you
.
.
.
.
I
’
ll
never
,
never
let
a
soul
suspect
.
But
I
must
know
the
truth
,
and
surely
it
’
s
best
for
her
that
I
should
find
it
out
from
you
.
”
Darrow
waited
a
moment
;
then
he
said
slowly
:
“
What
you
imagine
’
s
mere
madness
.
She
was
at
the
theatre
with
me
.
”
“
With
you
?
”
He
saw
a
tremor
pass
through
her
,
but
she
controlled
it
instantly
and
faced
him
straight
and
motionless
as
a
wounded
creature
in
the
moment
before
it
feels
its
wound
.
“
Why
should
you
both
have
made
a
mystery
of
that
?
”
“
I
’
ve
told
you
the
idea
was
not
mine
.
”
He
cast
about
.
“
She
may
have
been
afraid
that
Owen
—
—
”
“
But
that
was
not
a
reason
for
her
asking
you
to
tell
me
that
you
hardly
knew
her
—
that
you
hadn
’
t
even
seen
her
for
years
.
”
She
broke
off
and
the
blood
rose
to
her
face
and
forehead
.
“
Even
if
she
had
other
reasons
,
there
could
be
only
one
reason
for
your
obeying
her
—
—
”
Silence
fell
between
them
,
a
silence
in
which
the
room
seemed
to
become
suddenly
resonant
with
voices
.
Darrow
’
s
gaze
wandered
to
the
window
and
he
noticed
that
the
gale
of
two
days
before
had
nearly
stripped
the
tops
of
the
lime
-
trees
in
the
court
.
Anna
had
moved
away
and
was
resting
her
elbows
against
the
mantel
-
piece
,
her
head
in
her
hands
As
she
stood
there
he
took
in
with
a
new
intensity
of
vision
little
details
of
her
appearance
that
his
eyes
had
often
cherished
:
the
branching
blue
veins
in
the
backs
of
her
hands
,
the
warm
shadow
that
her
hair
cast
on
her
ear
,
and
the
colour
of
the
hair
itself
,
dull
black
with
a
tawny
under
-
surface
,
like
the
wings
of
certain
birds
.
He
felt
it
to
be
useless
to
speak
.
After
a
while
she
lifted
her
head
and
said
:
“
I
shall
not
see
her
again
before
she
goes
.
”
He
made
no
answer
,
and
turning
to
him
she
added
:
“
That
is
why
she
’
s
going
,
I
suppose
?
Because
she
loves
you
and
won
’
t
give
you
up
?
”
