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Anna
stood
motionless
,
silenced
by
the
shock
of
the
avowal
.
She
too
was
trembling
,
less
with
anger
than
with
a
confused
compassion
.
But
the
feeling
was
so
blent
with
others
,
less
generous
and
more
obscure
,
that
she
found
no
words
to
express
it
,
and
the
two
women
faced
each
other
without
speaking
.
“
I
’
d
better
go
,
”
Sophy
murmured
at
length
with
lowered
head
.
The
words
roused
in
Anna
a
latent
impulse
of
compunction
.
The
girl
looked
so
young
,
so
exposed
and
desolate
!
And
what
thoughts
must
she
be
hiding
in
her
heart
!
It
was
impossible
that
they
should
part
in
such
a
spirit
.
“
I
want
you
to
know
that
no
one
said
anything
.
.
.
.
It
was
I
who
.
.
.
”
Sophy
looked
at
her
.
“
You
mean
that
Mr
.
Darrow
didn
’
t
tell
you
?
Of
course
not
:
do
you
suppose
I
thought
he
did
?
You
found
it
out
,
that
’
s
all
—
I
knew
you
would
.
In
your
place
I
should
have
guessed
it
sooner
.
”
The
words
were
spoken
simply
,
without
irony
or
emphasis
;
but
they
went
through
Anna
like
a
sword
.
Yes
,
the
girl
would
have
had
divinations
,
promptings
that
she
had
not
had
!
She
felt
half
envious
of
such
a
sad
precocity
of
wisdom
.
“
I
’
m
so
sorry
.
.
.
so
sorry
.
.
.
”
she
murmured
.
“
Things
happen
that
way
.
Now
I
’
d
better
go
.
I
’
d
like
to
say
good
-
bye
to
Effie
.
”
“
Oh
—
—
”
it
broke
in
a
cry
from
Effie
’
s
mother
.
“
Not
like
this
—
you
mustn
’
t
!
I
feel
—
you
make
me
feel
too
horribly
:
as
if
I
were
driving
you
away
.
.
.
”
The
words
had
rushed
up
from
the
depths
of
her
bewildered
pity
.
