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“
All
the
facts
?
”
He
turned
abruptly
.
“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
Her
throat
was
dry
and
the
loud
pulses
drummed
in
her
temples
.
“
I
mean
—
about
her
.
.
.
.
Perhaps
you
knew
.
.
.
knew
things
about
her
.
.
.
beforehand
.
”
She
stopped
.
The
room
had
grown
profoundly
still
.
A
log
dropped
to
the
hearth
and
broke
there
in
a
hissing
shower
.
Darrow
spoke
in
a
clear
voice
.
“
I
knew
nothing
,
absolutely
nothing
,
”
he
said
.
She
had
the
answer
to
her
inmost
doubt
—
to
her
last
shameful
unavowed
hope
.
She
sat
powerless
under
her
woe
.
He
walked
to
the
fireplace
and
pushed
back
the
broken
log
with
his
foot
.
A
flame
shot
out
of
it
,
and
in
the
upward
glare
she
saw
his
pale
face
,
stern
with
misery
.
“
Is
that
all
?
”
he
asked
.
She
made
a
slight
sign
with
her
head
and
he
came
slowly
back
to
her
.
“
Then
is
this
to
be
good
-
bye
?
”
