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At
the
sound
of
the
name
Anna
lifted
her
head
quickly
.
“
I
’
ve
only
my
step
-
son
to
consider
!
”
The
girl
threw
a
startled
look
at
her
.
“
You
don
’
t
mean
—
you
’
re
not
going
to
give
him
up
?
”
Anna
felt
her
lips
harden
.
“
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
of
any
use
to
talk
of
that
.
”
“
Oh
,
I
know
!
It
’
s
my
fault
for
not
knowing
how
to
say
what
I
want
you
to
hear
.
Your
words
are
different
;
you
know
how
to
choose
them
.
Mine
offend
you
.
.
.
and
the
dread
of
it
makes
me
blunder
.
That
’
s
why
,
the
other
day
,
I
couldn
’
t
say
anything
.
.
.
couldn
’
t
make
things
clear
to
you
.
But
now
must
,
even
if
you
hate
it
!
”
She
drew
a
step
nearer
,
her
slender
figure
swayed
forward
in
a
passion
of
entreaty
.
“
Do
listen
to
me
!
What
you
’
ve
said
is
dreadful
.
How
can
you
speak
of
him
in
that
voice
?
Don
’
t
you
see
that
I
went
away
so
that
he
shouldn
’
t
have
to
lose
you
?
”
Anna
looked
at
her
coldly
.
“
Are
you
speaking
of
Mr
.
Darrow
?
I
don
’
t
know
why
you
think
your
going
or
staying
can
in
any
way
affect
our
relations
.
”
“
You
mean
that
you
have
given
him
up
—
because
of
me
?
Oh
,
how
could
you
?
You
can
’
t
really
love
him
!
—
And
yet
,
”
the
girl
suddenly
added
,
“
you
must
,
or
you
’
d
be
more
sorry
for
me
!
”
“
I
’
m
very
sorry
for
you
,
”
Anna
said
,
feeling
as
if
the
iron
band
about
her
heart
pressed
on
it
a
little
less
inexorably
.
“
Then
why
won
’
t
you
hear
me
?
Why
won
’
t
you
try
to
understand
?
It
’
s
all
so
different
from
what
you
imagine
!
”
“
I
’
ve
never
judged
you
.
”
