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“
All
I
ask
is
to
face
it
—
but
with
you
.
”
Once
more
he
paused
.
“
Won
’
t
you
tell
me
what
Miss
Viner
told
you
?
”
“
Oh
,
she
’
s
generous
—
to
the
utmost
!
”
The
pain
caught
her
like
a
physical
throe
.
It
suddenly
came
to
her
how
the
girl
must
have
loved
him
to
be
so
generous
—
what
memories
there
must
be
between
them
!
“
Oh
,
go
,
please
go
.
It
’
s
too
horrible
.
Why
should
I
have
to
see
you
?
”
she
stammered
,
lifting
her
hands
to
her
eyes
.
With
her
face
hidden
she
waited
to
hear
him
move
away
,
to
hear
the
door
open
and
close
again
,
as
,
a
few
hours
earlier
,
it
had
opened
and
closed
on
Sophy
Viner
.
But
Darrow
made
no
sound
or
movement
:
he
too
was
waiting
.
Anna
felt
a
thrill
of
resentment
:
his
presence
was
an
outrage
on
her
sorrow
,
a
humiliation
to
her
pride
.
It
was
strange
that
he
should
wait
for
her
to
tell
him
so
!
“
You
want
me
to
leave
Givre
?
”
he
asked
at
length
.
She
made
no
answer
,
and
he
went
on
:
“
Of
course
I
’
ll
do
as
you
wish
;
but
if
I
go
now
am
I
not
to
see
you
again
?
”
His
voice
was
firm
:
his
pride
was
answering
her
pride
!
She
faltered
:
“
You
must
see
it
’
s
useless
—
—
”
“
I
might
remind
you
that
you
’
re
dismissing
me
without
a
hearing
—
—
”
“
Without
a
hearing
?
I
’
ve
heard
you
both
!
”