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Anna
looked
at
him
vaguely
.
“
My
wishes
?
”
“
As
to
Owen
—
—
”
At
that
she
started
.
“
They
must
never
meet
again
!
”
“
It
’
s
not
likely
they
will
.
What
I
meant
was
,
that
it
depends
on
you
to
spare
him
.
.
.
”
She
answered
steadily
:
“
He
shall
never
know
,
”
and
after
another
interval
Darrow
said
:
“
This
is
good
-
bye
,
then
.
”
At
the
word
she
seemed
to
understand
for
the
first
time
whither
the
flying
moments
had
been
leading
them
.
Resentment
and
indignation
died
down
,
and
all
her
consciousness
resolved
itself
into
the
mere
visual
sense
that
he
was
there
before
her
,
near
enough
for
her
to
lift
her
hand
and
touch
him
,
and
that
in
another
instant
the
place
where
he
stood
would
be
empty
.
She
felt
a
mortal
weakness
,
a
craven
impulse
to
cry
out
to
him
to
stay
,
a
longing
to
throw
herself
into
his
arms
,
and
take
refuge
there
from
the
unendurable
anguish
he
had
caused
her
.
Then
the
vision
called
up
another
thought
:
“
I
shall
never
know
what
that
girl
has
known
.
.
”
and
the
recoil
of
pride
flung
her
back
on
the
sharp
edges
of
her
anguish
.
“
Good
-
bye
,
”
she
said
,
in
dread
lest
he
should
read
her
face
;
and
she
stood
motionless
,
her
head
high
,
while
he
walked
to
the
door
and
went
out
.
Anna
Leath
,
three
days
later
,
sat
in
Miss
Painter
’
s
drawing
-
room
in
the
rue
de
Matignon
.
