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But
that
,
Anna
was
sure
,
would
not
be
necessary
.
It
was
clear
that
Sophy
Viner
was
leaving
Givre
with
no
thought
of
ever
seeing
it
again
.
.
.
Suddenly
,
as
she
tried
to
put
some
order
in
her
thoughts
,
she
heard
Owen
’
s
call
at
the
door
:
“
Mother
!
—
—
”
a
name
he
seldom
gave
her
.
There
was
a
new
note
in
his
voice
:
the
note
of
a
joyous
impatience
.
It
made
her
turn
hastily
to
the
glass
to
see
what
face
she
was
about
to
show
him
;
but
before
she
had
had
time
to
compose
it
he
was
in
the
room
and
she
was
caught
in
a
school
-
boy
hug
.
“
It
’
s
all
right
!
It
’
s
all
right
!
And
it
’
s
all
your
doing
!
I
want
to
do
the
worst
kind
of
penance
—
bell
and
candle
and
the
rest
.
I
’
ve
been
through
it
with
her
,
and
now
she
hands
me
on
to
you
,
and
you
’
re
to
call
me
any
names
you
please
.
”
He
freed
her
with
his
happy
laugh
.
“
I
’
m
to
be
stood
in
the
corner
till
next
week
,
and
then
I
’
m
to
go
up
to
see
her
.
And
she
says
I
owe
it
all
to
you
!
”
“
To
me
?
”
It
was
the
first
phrase
she
found
to
clutch
at
as
she
tried
to
steady
herself
in
the
eddies
of
his
joy
.
“
Yes
:
you
were
so
patient
,
and
so
dear
to
her
;
and
you
saw
at
once
what
a
damned
ass
I
’
d
been
!
”
She
tried
a
smile
,
and
it
seemed
to
pass
muster
with
him
,
for
he
sent
it
back
in
a
broad
beam
.
“
That
’
s
not
so
difficult
to
see
?
No
,
I
admit
it
doesn
’
t
take
a
microscope
.
But
you
were
so
wise
and
wonderful
—
you
always
are
.
I
’
ve
been
mad
these
last
days
,
simply
mad
—
you
and
she
might
well
have
washed
your
hands
of
me
!
And
instead
,
it
’
s
all
right
—
all
right
!
”
She
drew
back
a
little
,
trying
to
keep
the
smile
on
her
lips
and
not
let
him
get
the
least
glimpse
of
what
it
hid
.
Now
if
ever
,
indeed
,
it
behoved
her
to
be
wise
and
wonderful
!
“
I
’
m
so
glad
,
dear
;
so
glad
.
If
only
you
’
ll
always
feel
like
that
about
me
.
.
.
”
She
stopped
,
hardly
knowing
what
she
said
,
and
aghast
at
the
idea
that
her
own
hands
should
have
retied
the
knot
she
imagined
to
be
broken
.
But
she
saw
he
had
something
more
to
say
;
something
hard
to
get
out
,
but
absolutely
necessary
to
express
.
He
caught
her
hands
,
pulled
her
close
,
and
,
with
his
forehead
drawn
into
its
whimsical
smiling
wrinkles
,
“
Look
here
,
”
he
cried
,
“
if
Darrow
wants
to
call
me
a
damned
ass
too
you
’
re
not
to
stop
him
!
”
It
brought
her
back
to
a
sharper
sense
of
her
central
peril
:
of
the
secret
to
be
kept
from
him
at
whatever
cost
to
her
racked
nerves
.
“
Oh
,
you
know
,
he
doesn
’
t
always
wait
for
orders
!
”
On
the
whole
it
sounded
better
than
she
’
d
feared
.
