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Words
of
endearment
would
have
offended
her
;
but
her
heart
rose
at
the
call
to
her
courage
.
“
I
’
ve
no
defense
to
make
,
”
he
went
on
.
“
The
facts
are
miserable
enough
;
but
at
least
I
want
you
to
see
them
as
they
are
.
Above
all
,
I
want
you
to
know
the
truth
about
Miss
Viner
—
—
”
The
name
sent
the
blood
to
Anna
’
s
forehead
.
She
raised
her
head
and
faced
him
.
“
Why
should
I
know
more
of
her
than
what
she
’
s
told
me
?
I
never
wish
to
hear
her
name
again
!
”
“
It
’
s
because
you
feel
about
her
in
that
way
that
I
ask
you
—
in
the
name
of
common
charity
—
to
let
me
give
you
the
facts
as
they
are
,
and
not
as
you
’
ve
probably
imagined
them
.
”
“
I
’
ve
told
you
I
don
’
t
think
uncharitably
of
her
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
think
of
her
at
all
!
”
“
That
’
s
why
I
tell
you
you
’
re
afraid
.
”
“
Afraid
?
”
“
Yes
.
You
’
ve
always
said
you
wanted
,
above
all
,
to
look
at
life
,
at
the
human
problem
,
as
it
is
,
without
fear
and
without
hypocrisy
;
and
it
’
s
not
always
a
pleasant
thing
to
look
at
.
”
He
broke
off
,
and
then
began
again
:
“
Don
’
t
think
this
a
plea
for
myself
!
I
don
’
t
want
to
say
a
word
to
lessen
my
offense
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
talk
of
myself
at
all
.
Even
if
I
did
,
I
probably
couldn
’
t
make
you
understand
—
I
don
’
t
,
myself
,
as
I
look
back
.
Be
just
to
me
—
it
’
s
your
right
;
all
I
ask
you
is
to
be
generous
to
Miss
Viner
.
.
.
”
She
stood
up
trembling
.
“
You
’
re
free
to
be
as
generous
to
her
as
you
please
!
”
