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It
had
indeed
occurred
to
Anna
that
Paris
might
not
be
his
objective
point
:
that
his
real
purpose
in
leaving
Givre
without
her
knowledge
had
been
to
follow
Darrow
to
London
and
exact
the
truth
of
him
.
But
even
to
her
alarmed
imagination
this
seemed
improbable
.
She
and
Darrow
,
to
the
last
,
had
kept
up
so
complete
a
feint
of
harmony
that
,
whatever
Owen
had
surmised
,
he
could
scarcely
have
risked
acting
on
his
suspicions
.
If
he
still
felt
the
need
of
an
explanation
,
it
was
almost
certainly
of
Sophy
Viner
that
he
would
ask
it
;
and
it
was
in
quest
of
Sophy
Viner
that
Anna
had
despatched
Miss
Painter
.
She
had
found
a
blessed
refuge
from
her
perplexities
in
the
stolid
Adelaide
’
s
unawareness
.
One
could
so
absolutely
count
on
Miss
Painter
’
s
guessing
no
more
than
one
chose
,
and
yet
acting
astutely
on
such
hints
as
one
vouchsafed
her
!
She
was
like
a
well
-
trained
retriever
whose
interest
in
his
prey
ceases
when
he
lays
it
at
his
master
’
s
feet
.
Anna
,
on
arriving
,
had
explained
that
Owen
’
s
unannounced
flight
had
made
her
fear
some
fresh
misunderstanding
between
himself
and
Miss
Viner
.
In
the
interests
of
peace
she
had
thought
it
best
to
follow
him
;
but
she
hastily
added
that
she
did
not
wish
to
see
Sophy
,
but
only
,
if
possible
,
to
learn
from
her
where
Owen
was
.
With
these
brief
instructions
Miss
Painter
had
started
out
;
but
she
was
a
woman
of
many
occupations
,
and
had
given
her
visitor
to
understand
that
before
returning
she
should
have
to
call
on
a
friend
who
had
just
arrived
from
Boston
,
and
afterward
despatch
to
another
exiled
compatriot
a
supply
of
cranberries
and
brandied
peaches
from
the
American
grocery
in
the
Champs
Elysees
.
Gradually
,
as
the
moments
passed
,
Anna
began
to
feel
the
reaction
which
,
in
moments
of
extreme
nervous
tension
,
follows
on
any
effort
of
the
will
.
She
seemed
to
have
gone
as
far
as
her
courage
would
carry
her
,
and
she
shrank
more
and
more
from
the
thought
of
Miss
Painter
’
s
return
,
since
whatever
information
the
latter
brought
would
necessitate
some
fresh
decision
.
What
should
she
say
to
Owen
if
she
found
him
?
What
could
she
say
that
should
not
betray
the
one
thing
she
would
give
her
life
to
hide
from
him
?
“
Give
her
life
”
—
how
the
phrase
derided
her
!
It
was
a
gift
she
would
not
have
bestowed
on
her
worst
enemy
.
She
would
not
have
had
Sophy
Viner
live
the
hours
she
was
living
now
.
.
.
She
tried
again
to
look
steadily
and
calmly
at
the
picture
that
the
image
of
the
girl
evoked
.
She
had
an
idea
that
she
ought
to
accustom
herself
to
its
contemplation
.
If
life
was
like
that
,
why
the
sooner
one
got
used
to
it
the
better
.
.
.
.
But
no
!
Life
was
not
like
that
.
Her
adventure
was
a
hideous
accident
.
She
dreaded
above
all
the
temptation
to
generalise
from
her
own
case
,
to
doubt
the
high
things
she
had
lived
by
and
seek
a
cheap
solace
in
belittling
what
fate
had
refused
her
There
was
such
love
as
she
had
dreamed
,
and
she
meant
to
go
on
believing
in
it
,
and
cherishing
the
thought
that
she
was
worthy
of
it
.
What
had
happened
to
her
was
grotesque
and
mean
and
miserable
;
but
she
herself
was
none
of
these
things
,
and
never
,
never
would
she
make
of
herself
the
mock
that
fate
had
made
of
her
.
.
.
She
could
not
,
as
yet
,
bear
to
think
deliberately
of
Darrow
;
but
she
kept
on
repeating
to
herself
“
By
and
bye
that
will
come
too
.
”
Even
now
she
was
determined
not
to
let
his
image
be
distorted
by
her
suffering
.
As
soon
as
she
could
,
she
would
try
to
single
out
for
remembrance
the
individual
things
she
had
liked
in
him
before
she
had
loved
him
altogether
.
No
“
spiritual
exercise
”
devised
by
the
discipline
of
piety
could
have
been
more
torturing
;
but
its
very
cruelty
attracted
her
.
She
wanted
to
wear
herself
out
with
new
pains
.
.
.
The
sound
of
Miss
Painter
’
s
latch
-
key
made
her
start
.
She
was
still
a
bundle
of
quivering
fears
to
whom
each
coming
moment
seemed
a
menace
.
There
was
a
slight
interval
,
and
a
sound
of
voices
in
the
hall
;
then
Miss
Painter
’
s
vigorous
hand
was
on
the
door
.
Anna
stood
up
as
she
came
in
.
“
You
’
ve
found
him
?
”
“
I
’
ve
found
Sophy
.
”
