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At
the
direct
affirmation
he
turned
even
paler
,
and
his
eyes
,
which
he
kept
resolutely
fixed
on
her
,
confessed
his
misery
.
“
You
allow
me
no
voice
in
deciding
that
?
”
“
Deciding
what
?
”
“
That
there
’
s
nothing
more
to
be
said
?
”
He
waited
for
her
to
answer
,
and
then
went
on
:
“
I
don
’
t
even
know
what
you
mean
by
‘
everything
’
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
know
what
more
there
is
!
I
know
enough
.
I
implored
her
to
deny
it
,
and
she
couldn
’
t
.
.
.
.
What
can
you
and
I
have
to
say
to
each
other
?
”
Her
voice
broke
into
a
sob
.
The
animal
anguish
was
upon
her
again
—
just
a
blind
cry
against
her
pain
!
Darrow
kept
his
head
high
and
his
eyes
steady
.
“
It
must
be
as
you
wish
;
and
yet
it
’
s
not
like
you
to
be
afraid
.
”
“
Afraid
?
”
“
To
talk
things
out
—
to
face
them
.
”
“
It
’
s
for
you
to
face
this
—
not
me
!
”
