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“
Owen
knows
!
”
she
broke
out
,
with
a
confused
desire
to
justify
herself
.
Darrow
’
s
countenance
changed
.
“
Did
he
tell
you
so
?
What
did
he
say
?
”
“
Nothing
!
I
knew
it
from
the
things
he
didn
’
t
say
.
”
“
You
had
a
talk
with
him
this
afternoon
?
”
“
Yes
:
for
a
few
minutes
.
I
could
see
he
didn
’
t
want
me
to
stay
.
”
She
had
dropped
into
a
chair
,
and
sat
there
huddled
,
still
holding
her
cloak
about
her
shoulders
.
Darrow
did
not
dispute
her
assumption
,
and
she
noticed
that
he
expressed
no
surprise
.
He
sat
down
at
a
little
distance
from
her
,
turning
about
in
his
fingers
the
cigar
-
case
he
had
drawn
out
as
they
came
in
.
At
length
he
said
:
“
Had
he
seen
Miss
Viner
?
”
She
shrank
from
the
sound
of
the
name
.
“
No
.
.
.
.
I
don
’
t
think
so
.
.
.
.
I
’
m
sure
he
hadn
’
t
.
.
.
”
They
remained
silent
,
looking
away
from
one
another
.
Finally
Darrow
stood
up
and
took
a
few
steps
across
the
room
.
He
came
back
and
paused
before
her
,
his
eyes
on
her
face
.
