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Owen
answered
in
the
same
tone
,
and
for
a
few
minutes
their
talk
dragged
itself
on
over
a
dry
waste
of
common
-
places
.
Anna
noticed
that
,
though
ready
enough
to
impart
his
own
plans
,
Owen
studiously
abstained
from
putting
any
questions
about
hers
.
It
was
evident
from
his
allusions
that
he
meant
to
be
away
for
some
time
,
and
he
presently
asked
her
if
she
would
give
instructions
about
packing
and
sending
after
him
some
winter
clothes
he
had
left
at
Givre
.
This
gave
her
the
opportunity
to
say
that
she
expected
to
go
back
within
a
day
or
two
and
would
attend
to
the
matter
as
soon
as
she
returned
.
She
added
:
“
I
came
up
this
morning
with
George
,
who
is
going
on
to
London
to
-
morrow
,
”
intending
,
by
the
use
of
Darrow
’
s
Christian
name
,
to
give
Owen
the
chance
to
speak
of
her
marriage
.
But
he
made
no
comment
,
and
she
continued
to
hear
the
name
sounding
on
unfamiliarly
between
them
.
The
room
was
almost
dark
,
and
she
finally
stood
up
and
glanced
about
for
the
light
-
switch
,
saying
:
“
I
can
’
t
see
you
,
dear
.
”
“
Oh
,
don
’
t
—
I
hate
the
light
!
”
Owen
exclaimed
,
catching
her
by
the
wrist
and
pushing
her
back
into
her
seat
.
He
gave
a
nervous
laugh
and
added
:
“
I
’
m
half
-
blind
with
neuralgia
.
I
suppose
it
’
s
this
beastly
rain
.
”
“
Yes
;
it
will
do
you
good
to
get
down
to
Spain
.
”
She
asked
if
he
had
the
remedies
the
doctor
had
given
him
for
a
previous
attack
,
and
on
his
replying
that
he
didn
’
t
know
what
he
’
d
done
with
the
stuff
,
she
sprang
up
,
offering
to
go
to
the
chemist
’
s
.
It
was
a
relief
to
have
something
to
do
for
him
,
and
she
knew
from
his
“
Oh
,
thanks
—
would
you
?
”
that
it
was
a
relief
to
him
to
have
a
pretext
for
not
detaining
her
.
His
natural
impulse
would
have
been
to
declare
that
he
didn
’
t
want
any
drugs
,
and
would
be
all
right
in
no
time
;
and
his
acquiescence
showed
her
how
profoundly
he
felt
the
uselessness
of
their
trying
to
prolong
their
talk
.
His
face
was
now
no
more
than
a
white
blur
in
the
dusk
,
but
she
felt
its
indistinctness
as
a
veil
drawn
over
aching
intensities
of
expression
.
“
He
knows
.
.
.
he
knows
.
.
.
”
she
said
to
herself
,
and
wondered
whether
the
truth
had
been
revealed
to
him
by
some
corroborative
fact
or
by
the
sheer
force
of
divination
.
He
had
risen
also
,
and
was
clearly
waiting
for
her
to
go
,
and
she
turned
to
the
door
,
saying
:
“
I
’
ll
be
back
in
a
moment
.
”
“
Oh
,
don
’
t
come
up
again
,
please
!
”
He
paused
,
embarrassed
.
“
I
mean
—
I
may
not
be
here
.
I
’
ve
got
to
go
and
pick
up
Rempson
,
and
see
about
some
final
things
with
him
.
”
She
stopped
on
the
threshold
with
a
sinking
heart
He
meant
this
to
be
their
leave
-
taking
,
then
—
and
he
had
not
even
asked
her
when
she
was
to
be
married
,
or
spoken
of
seeing
her
again
before
she
set
out
for
the
other
side
of
the
world
.
“
Owen
!
”
she
cried
,
and
turned
back
.
