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She
saw
him
flush
with
the
intensity
of
his
surprise
.
“
You
sent
for
her
?
”
“
No
;
she
heard
from
Adelaide
that
I
was
in
Paris
and
she
came
.
She
came
because
she
wanted
to
urge
me
to
marry
you
.
I
thought
you
ought
to
know
what
she
had
done
.
”
Darrow
stood
up
.
“
I
’
m
glad
you
’
ve
told
me
.
”
He
spoke
with
a
visible
effort
at
composure
.
Her
eyes
followed
him
as
he
moved
away
.
“
Is
that
all
?
”
he
asked
after
an
interval
.
“
It
seems
to
me
a
great
deal
.
”
“
It
’
s
what
she
’
d
already
asked
me
.
”
His
voice
showed
her
how
deeply
he
was
moved
,
and
a
throb
of
jealousy
shot
through
her
.
“
Oh
,
it
was
for
your
sake
,
I
know
!
”
He
made
no
answer
,
and
she
added
:
“
She
’
s
been
exceedingly
generous
.
.
.
.
Why
shouldn
’
t
we
speak
of
it
?
”
She
had
lowered
her
head
,
but
through
her
dropped
lids
she
seemed
to
be
watching
the
crowded
scene
of
his
face
.
