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“
Anna
—
Anna
!
”
“
Yes
;
I
want
to
know
now
:
to
know
everything
.
Perhaps
that
will
make
me
forget
.
I
ought
to
have
made
you
tell
me
before
.
Wherever
we
go
,
I
imagine
you
’
ve
been
there
with
her
.
.
.
.
I
see
you
together
.
I
want
to
know
how
it
began
,
where
you
went
,
why
you
left
her
.
.
.
.
I
can
’
t
go
on
in
this
darkness
any
longer
!
”
She
did
not
know
what
had
prompted
her
passionate
outburst
,
but
already
she
felt
lighter
,
freer
,
as
if
at
last
the
evil
spell
were
broken
.
“
I
want
to
know
everything
,
”
she
repeated
.
“
It
’
s
the
only
way
to
make
me
forget
.
”
After
she
had
ceased
speaking
Darrow
remained
where
he
was
,
his
arms
folded
,
his
eyes
lowered
,
immovable
.
She
waited
,
her
gaze
on
his
face
.
“
Aren
’
t
you
going
to
tell
me
?
”
“
No
.
”
The
blood
rushed
to
her
temples
.
“
You
won
’
t
?
Why
not
?
”
“
If
I
did
,
do
you
suppose
you
’
d
forget
that
?
”
“
Oh
—
”
she
moaned
,
and
turned
away
from
him
.
“
You
see
it
’
s
impossible
,
”
he
went
on
.
“
I
’
ve
done
a
thing
I
loathe
,
and
to
atone
for
it
you
ask
me
to
do
another
What
sort
of
satisfaction
would
that
give
you
?
It
would
put
something
irremediable
between
us
.
”
