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“
You
do
know
!
We
’
ve
often
talked
of
such
things
:
of
the
monstrousness
of
useless
sacrifices
.
If
I
’
m
to
expiate
,
it
’
s
not
in
that
way
.
”
He
added
abruptly
:
“
It
’
s
in
having
to
say
this
to
you
now
.
.
.
”
She
found
no
answer
.
Through
the
silent
apartment
they
heard
the
sudden
peal
of
the
door
-
bell
,
and
she
rose
to
her
feet
.
“
Owen
!
”
she
instantly
exclaimed
.
“
Is
Owen
in
Paris
?
”
She
explained
in
a
rapid
undertone
what
she
had
learned
from
Sophy
Viner
.
“
Shall
I
leave
you
?
”
Darrow
asked
.
“
Yes
.
.
.
no
.
.
.
”
She
moved
to
the
dining
-
room
door
,
with
the
half
-
formed
purpose
of
making
him
pass
out
,
and
then
turned
back
.
“
It
may
be
Adelaide
.
”
They
heard
the
outer
door
open
,
and
a
moment
later
Owen
walked
into
the
room
.
He
was
pale
,
with
excited
eyes
:
as
they
fell
on
Darrow
,
Anna
saw
his
start
of
wonder
.
He
made
a
slight
sign
of
recognition
,
and
then
went
up
to
his
step
-
mother
with
an
air
of
exaggerated
gaiety
.
“
You
furtive
person
!
I
ran
across
the
omniscient
Adelaide
and
heard
from
her
that
you
’
d
rushed
up
suddenly
and
secretly
.
”
He
stood
between
Anna
and
Darrow
,
strained
,
questioning
,
dangerously
on
edge
.
“
I
came
up
to
meet
Mr
.
Darrow
,
”
Anna
answered
.
“
His
leave
’
s
been
prolonged
—
he
’
s
going
back
with
me
.
”
