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“
Yes
;
that
was
my
reason
for
asking
you
to
see
me
.
”
Sophy
spoke
simply
,
without
constraint
or
hesitation
.
“
I
thought
he
’
d
promised
you
—
”
Anna
interposed
.
“
He
did
;
but
he
broke
his
promise
.
That
’
s
what
I
thought
I
ought
to
tell
you
.
”
“
Thank
you
.
”
Anna
went
on
tentatively
:
“
He
left
Givre
this
morning
without
a
word
.
I
followed
him
because
I
was
afraid
.
.
.
”
She
broke
off
again
and
the
girl
took
up
her
phrase
.
“
You
were
afraid
he
’
d
guessed
?
He
has
.
.
.
”
“
What
do
you
mean
—
guessed
what
?
”
“
That
you
know
something
he
doesn
’
t
.
.
.
something
that
made
you
glad
to
have
me
go
.
”
“
Oh
—
”
Anna
moaned
.
If
she
had
wanted
more
pain
she
had
it
now
.
“
He
’
s
told
you
this
?
”
she
faltered
.
“
He
hasn
’
t
told
me
,
because
I
haven
’
t
seen
him
.
I
kept
him
off
—
I
made
Mrs
.
Farlow
get
rid
of
him
.
But
he
’
s
written
me
what
he
came
to
say
;
and
that
was
it
.
”
“
Oh
,
poor
Owen
!
”
broke
from
Anna
.
Through
all
the
intricacies
of
her
suffering
she
felt
the
separate
pang
of
his
.
