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Again
she
signed
a
faint
assent
,
and
he
made
no
effort
to
touch
her
or
draw
nearer
.
“
You
understand
that
I
sha
’
n
’
t
come
back
?
”
He
was
looking
at
her
,
and
she
tried
to
return
his
look
,
but
her
eyes
were
blind
with
tears
,
and
in
dread
of
his
seeing
them
she
got
up
and
walked
away
.
He
did
not
follow
her
,
and
she
stood
with
her
back
to
him
,
staring
at
a
bowl
of
carnations
on
a
little
table
strewn
with
books
.
Her
tears
magnified
everything
she
looked
at
,
and
the
streaked
petals
of
the
carnations
,
their
fringed
edges
and
frail
curled
stamens
,
pressed
upon
her
,
huge
and
vivid
.
She
noticed
among
the
books
a
volume
of
verse
he
had
sent
her
from
England
,
and
tried
to
remember
whether
it
was
before
or
after
.
.
.
She
felt
that
he
was
waiting
for
her
to
speak
,
and
at
last
she
turned
to
him
.
“
I
shall
see
you
to
-
morrow
before
you
go
.
.
.
”
He
made
no
answer
.
She
moved
toward
the
door
and
he
held
it
open
for
her
.
She
saw
his
hand
on
the
door
,
and
his
seal
ring
in
its
setting
of
twisted
silver
;
and
the
sense
of
the
end
of
all
things
came
to
her
.
They
walked
down
the
drawing
-
rooms
,
between
the
shadowy
reflections
of
screens
and
cabinets
,
and
mounted
the
stairs
side
by
side
.
At
the
end
of
the
gallery
,
a
lamp
brought
out
turbid
gleams
in
the
smoky
battle
-
piece
above
it
.
On
the
landing
Darrow
stopped
;
his
room
was
the
nearest
to
the
stairs
.
“
Good
night
,
”
he
said
,
holding
out
his
hand
.
As
Anna
gave
him
hers
the
springs
of
grief
broke
loose
in
her
.
She
struggled
with
her
sobs
,
and
subdued
them
;
but
her
breath
came
unevenly
,
and
to
hide
her
agitation
she
leaned
on
him
and
pressed
her
face
against
his
arm
.
“
Don
’
t
—
don
’
t
,
”
he
whispered
,
soothing
her
.
