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“
You
mean
he
’
s
called
me
one
already
?
”
He
accepted
the
fact
with
his
gayest
laugh
.
“
Well
,
that
saves
a
lot
of
trouble
;
now
we
can
pass
to
the
order
of
the
day
—
—
”
he
broke
off
and
glanced
at
the
clock
—
“
which
is
,
you
know
,
dear
,
that
she
’
s
starting
in
about
an
hour
;
she
and
Adelaide
must
already
be
snatching
a
hasty
sandwich
.
You
’
ll
come
down
to
bid
them
good
-
bye
?
”
“
Yes
—
of
course
.
”
There
had
,
in
fact
,
grown
upon
her
while
he
spoke
the
urgency
of
seeing
Sophy
Viner
again
before
she
left
.
The
thought
was
deeply
distasteful
:
Anna
shrank
from
encountering
the
girl
till
she
had
cleared
a
way
through
her
own
perplexities
.
But
it
was
obvious
that
since
they
had
separated
,
barely
an
hour
earlier
,
the
situation
had
taken
a
new
shape
.
Sophy
Viner
had
apparently
reconsidered
her
decision
to
break
amicably
but
definitely
with
Owen
,
and
stood
again
in
their
path
,
a
menace
and
a
mystery
;
and
confused
impulses
of
resistance
stirred
in
Anna
’
s
mind
.
She
felt
Owen
’
s
touch
on
her
arm
.
“
Are
you
coming
?
”
“
Yes
.
.
.
yes
.
.
.
presently
.
”
“
What
’
s
the
matter
?
You
look
so
strange
.
”
“
What
do
you
mean
by
strange
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
know
:
startled
—
surprised
.
”
She
read
what
her
look
must
be
by
its
sudden
reflection
in
his
face
.
“
Do
I
?
No
wonder
!
You
’
ve
given
us
all
an
exciting
morning
.
”
He
held
to
his
point
.
“
You
’
re
more
excited
now
that
there
’
s
no
cause
for
it
.
What
on
earth
has
happened
since
I
saw
you
?
”
