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The
words
seemed
to
have
uttered
themselves
without
her
will
,
yet
she
felt
a
great
sense
of
freedom
as
she
spoke
them
.
The
hard
tension
of
Owen
’
s
face
changed
to
incredulous
surprise
.
He
looked
at
Darrow
.
“
The
merest
luck
.
.
.
a
colleague
whose
wife
was
ill
.
.
.
I
came
straight
back
,
”
she
heard
the
latter
tranquilly
explaining
.
His
self
-
command
helped
to
steady
her
,
and
she
smiled
at
Owen
.
“
We
’
ll
all
go
back
together
tomorrow
morning
,
”
she
said
as
she
slipped
her
arm
through
his
.
Owen
Leath
did
not
go
back
with
his
step
-
mother
to
Givre
.
In
reply
to
her
suggestion
he
announced
his
intention
of
staying
on
a
day
or
two
longer
in
Paris
.
Anna
left
alone
by
the
first
train
the
next
morning
.
Darrow
was
to
follow
in
the
afternoon
.
When
Owen
had
left
them
the
evening
before
,
Darrow
waited
a
moment
for
her
to
speak
;
then
,
as
she
said
nothing
,
he
asked
her
if
she
really
wished
him
to
return
to
Givre
.
She
made
a
mute
sign
of
assent
,
and
he
added
:
“
For
you
know
that
,
much
as
I
’
m
ready
to
do
for
Owen
,
I
can
’
t
do
that
for
him
—
I
can
’
t
go
back
to
be
sent
away
again
.
”
“
No
—
no
!
”
He
came
nearer
,
and
looked
at
her
,
and
she
went
to
him
.
All
her
fears
seemed
to
fall
from
her
as
he
held
her
.
It
was
a
different
feeling
from
any
she
had
known
before
:
confused
and
turbid
,
as
if
secret
shames
and
rancours
stirred
in
it
,
yet
richer
,
deeper
,
more
enslaving
.
She
leaned
her
head
back
and
shut
her
eyes
beneath
his
kisses
.
She
knew
now
that
she
could
never
give
him
up
.
Nevertheless
she
asked
him
,
the
next
morning
,
to
let
her
go
back
alone
to
Givre
.
She
wanted
time
to
think
.
She
was
convinced
that
what
had
happened
was
inevitable
,
that
she
and
Darrow
belonged
to
each
other
,
and
that
he
was
right
in
saying
no
past
folly
could
ever
put
them
asunder
.
If
there
was
a
shade
of
difference
in
her
feeling
for
him
it
was
that
of
an
added
intensity
.
She
felt
restless
,
insecure
out
of
his
sight
:
she
had
a
sense
of
incompleteness
,
of
passionate
dependence
,
that
was
somehow
at
variance
with
her
own
conception
of
her
character
.
It
was
partly
the
consciousness
of
this
change
in
herself
that
made
her
want
to
be
alone
.
