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She
returned
his
smile
.
“
You
know
as
much
as
I
know
.
I
promise
you
that
.
”
He
wavered
,
as
if
for
the
first
time
uncertain
how
far
he
might
go
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
Darrow
as
much
as
you
know
him
,
”
he
presently
risked
.
She
frowned
a
little
.
“
You
said
just
now
we
didn
’
t
need
to
say
things
”
“
Was
I
speaking
?
I
thought
it
was
your
eyes
—
—
”
He
caught
her
by
both
elbows
and
spun
her
halfway
round
,
so
that
the
late
sun
shed
a
betraying
gleam
on
her
face
“
They
’
re
such
awfully
conversational
eyes
!
Don
’
t
you
suppose
they
told
me
long
ago
why
it
’
s
just
today
you
’
ve
made
up
your
mind
that
people
have
got
to
live
their
own
lives
—
even
at
Givre
?
”
“
This
is
the
south
terrace
,
”
Anna
said
.
“
Should
you
like
to
walk
down
to
the
river
?
”
She
seemed
to
listen
to
herself
speaking
from
a
far
-
off
airy
height
,
and
yet
to
be
wholly
gathered
into
the
circle
of
consciousness
which
drew
its
glowing
ring
about
herself
and
Darrow
.
To
the
aerial
listener
her
words
sounded
flat
and
colourless
,
but
to
the
self
within
the
ring
each
one
beat
with
a
separate
heart
.
It
was
the
day
after
Darrow
’
s
arrival
,
and
he
had
come
down
early
,
drawn
by
the
sweetness
of
the
light
on
the
lawns
and
gardens
below
his
window
.
Anna
had
heard
the
echo
of
his
step
on
the
stairs
,
his
pause
in
the
stone
-
flagged
hall
,
his
voice
as
he
asked
a
servant
where
to
find
her
.
She
was
at
the
end
of
the
house
,
in
the
brown
-
panelled
sitting
-
room
which
she
frequented
at
that
season
because
it
caught
the
sunlight
first
and
kept
it
longest
.
She
stood
near
the
window
,
in
the
pale
band
of
brightness
,
arranging
some
salmon
-
pink
geraniums
in
a
shallow
porcelain
bowl
.
Every
sensation
of
touch
and
sight
was
thrice
-
alive
in
her
.
The
grey
-
green
fur
of
the
geranium
leaves
caressed
her
fingers
and
the
sunlight
wavering
across
the
irregular
surface
of
the
old
parquet
floor
made
it
seem
as
bright
and
shifting
as
the
brown
bed
of
a
stream
.
Darrow
stood
framed
in
the
door
-
way
of
the
farthest
drawing
-
room
,
a
light
-
grey
figure
against
the
black
and
white
flagging
of
the
hall
;
then
he
began
to
move
toward
her
down
the
empty
pale
-
panelled
vista
,
crossing
one
after
another
the
long
reflections
which
a
projecting
cabinet
or
screen
cast
here
and
there
upon
the
shining
floors
.
As
he
drew
nearer
,
his
figure
was
suddenly
displaced
by
that
of
her
husband
,
whom
,
from
the
same
point
,
she
had
so
often
seen
advancing
down
the
same
perspective
.
Straight
,
spare
,
erect
,
looking
to
right
and
left
with
quick
precise
turns
of
the
head
,
and
stopping
now
and
then
to
straighten
a
chair
or
alter
the
position
of
a
vase
,
Fraser
Leath
used
to
march
toward
her
through
the
double
file
of
furniture
like
a
general
reviewing
a
regiment
drawn
up
for
his
inspection
.
At
a
certain
point
,
midway
across
the
second
room
,
he
always
stopped
before
the
mantel
-
piece
of
pinkish
-
yellow
marble
and
looked
at
himself
in
the
tall
garlanded
glass
that
surmounted
it
.
She
could
not
remember
that
he
had
ever
found
anything
to
straighten
or
alter
in
his
own
studied
attire
,
but
she
had
never
known
him
to
omit
the
inspection
when
he
passed
that
particular
mirror
.
