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“
No
one
is
driving
me
away
:
I
had
to
go
,
”
she
heard
the
girl
reply
.
There
was
another
silence
,
during
which
passionate
impulses
of
magnanimity
warred
in
Anna
with
her
doubts
and
dreads
.
At
length
,
her
eyes
on
Sophy
’
s
face
:
“
Yes
,
you
must
go
now
,
”
she
began
;
“
but
later
on
.
.
.
after
a
while
,
when
all
this
is
over
.
.
.
if
there
’
s
no
reason
why
you
shouldn
’
t
marry
Owen
—
—
”
she
paused
a
moment
on
the
words
—
“
I
shouldn
’
t
want
you
to
think
I
stood
between
you
.
.
.
”
“
You
?
”
Sophy
flushed
again
,
and
then
grew
pale
.
She
seemed
to
try
to
speak
,
but
no
words
came
.
“
Yes
!
It
was
not
true
when
I
said
just
now
that
I
was
thinking
only
of
Owen
.
I
’
m
sorry
—
oh
,
so
sorry
!
—
for
you
too
.
Your
life
—
I
know
how
hard
it
’
s
been
;
and
mine
.
.
.
mine
’
s
so
full
.
.
.
Happy
women
understand
best
!
”
Anna
drew
near
and
touched
the
girl
’
s
hand
;
then
she
began
again
,
pouring
all
her
soul
into
the
broken
phrases
:
“
It
’
s
terrible
now
.
.
.
you
see
no
future
;
but
if
,
by
and
bye
.
.
.
you
know
best
.
.
.
but
you
’
re
so
young
.
.
.
and
at
your
age
things
do
pass
.
If
there
’
s
no
reason
,
no
real
reason
,
why
you
shouldn
’
t
marry
Owen
,
I
want
him
to
hope
,
I
’
ll
help
him
to
hope
.
.
.
if
you
say
so
.
.
.
.
”
With
the
urgency
of
her
pleading
her
clasp
tightened
on
Sophy
’
s
hand
,
but
it
warmed
to
no
responsive
tremor
:
the
girl
seemed
numb
,
and
Anna
was
frightened
by
the
stony
silence
of
her
look
.
“
I
suppose
I
’
m
not
more
than
half
a
woman
,
”
she
mused
,
“
for
I
don
’
t
want
my
happiness
to
hurt
her
;
”
and
aloud
she
repeated
:
“
If
only
you
’
ll
tell
me
there
’
s
no
reason
—
—
”
The
girl
did
not
speak
;
but
suddenly
,
like
a
snapped
branch
,
she
bent
,
stooped
down
to
the
hand
that
clasped
her
,
and
laid
her
lips
upon
it
in
a
stream
of
weeping
.
She
cried
silently
,
continuously
,
abundantly
,
as
though
Anna
’
s
touch
had
released
the
waters
of
some
deep
spring
of
pain
;
then
,
as
Anna
,
moved
and
half
afraid
,
leaned
over
her
with
a
sound
of
pity
,
she
stood
up
and
turned
away
.
“
You
’
re
going
,
then
—
for
good
—
like
this
?
”
Anna
moved
toward
her
and
stopped
.
Sophy
stopped
too
,
with
eyes
that
shrank
from
her
.
“
Oh
—
—
”
Anna
cried
,
and
hid
her
face
.
The
girl
walked
across
the
room
and
paused
again
in
the
doorway
.
From
there
she
flung
back
:
“
I
wanted
it
—
I
chose
it
.
He
was
good
to
me
—
no
one
ever
was
so
good
!
”
The
door
-
handle
turned
,
and
Anna
heard
her
go
.
