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“
And
Owen
?
—
has
she
seen
him
?
Is
he
here
?
”
“
She
’
s
here
:
in
the
hall
.
She
wants
to
speak
to
you
.
”
“
Here
—
now
?
”
Anna
found
no
voice
for
more
.
“
She
drove
back
with
me
,
”
Miss
Painter
continued
in
the
tone
of
impartial
narrative
.
“
The
cabman
was
impertinent
.
I
’
ve
got
his
number
.
”
She
fumbled
in
a
stout
black
reticule
.
“
Oh
,
I
can
’
t
—
”
broke
from
Anna
;
but
she
collected
herself
,
remembering
that
to
betray
her
unwillingness
to
see
the
girl
was
to
risk
revealing
much
more
.
“
She
thought
you
might
be
too
tired
to
see
her
:
she
wouldn
’
t
come
in
till
I
’
d
found
out
.
”
Anna
drew
a
quick
breath
.
An
instant
’
s
thought
had
told
her
that
Sophy
Viner
would
hardly
have
taken
such
a
step
unless
something
more
important
had
happened
.
“
Ask
her
to
come
,
please
,
”
she
said
.
Miss
Painter
,
from
the
threshold
,
turned
back
to
announce
her
intention
of
going
immediately
to
the
police
station
to
report
the
cabman
’
s
delinquency
;
then
she
passed
out
,
and
Sophy
Viner
entered
.
The
look
in
the
girl
’
s
face
showed
that
she
had
indeed
come
unwillingly
;
yet
she
seemed
animated
by
an
eager
resoluteness
that
made
Anna
ashamed
of
her
tremors
.
For
a
moment
they
looked
at
each
other
in
silence
,
as
if
the
thoughts
between
them
were
packed
too
thick
for
speech
;
then
Anna
said
,
in
a
voice
from
which
she
strove
to
take
the
edge
of
hardness
:
“
You
know
where
Owen
is
,
Miss
Painter
tells
me
.
”
