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She
felt
that
Darrow
was
looking
at
her
and
reading
her
thoughts
,
and
the
colour
flew
to
her
face
.
“
Yes
:
it
was
when
I
heard
you
were
coming
that
I
told
him
.
I
wanted
him
to
feel
as
I
felt
.
.
.
it
seemed
too
unkind
to
make
him
wait
!
”
Her
hand
was
in
his
,
and
his
arm
rested
for
a
moment
on
her
shoulder
.
“
It
would
have
been
too
unkind
to
make
him
wait
.
”
They
moved
side
by
side
toward
the
stairs
.
Through
the
haze
of
bliss
enveloping
her
,
Owen
’
s
affairs
seemed
curiously
unimportant
and
remote
.
Nothing
really
mattered
but
this
torrent
of
light
in
her
veins
.
She
put
her
foot
on
the
lowest
step
,
saying
:
“
It
’
s
nearly
luncheon
time
—
I
must
take
off
my
hat
.
.
.
”
and
as
she
started
up
the
stairs
Darrow
stood
below
in
the
hall
and
watched
her
.
But
the
distance
between
them
did
not
make
him
seem
less
near
:
it
was
as
if
his
thoughts
moved
with
her
and
touched
her
like
endearing
hands
.
In
her
bedroom
she
shut
the
door
and
stood
still
,
looking
about
her
in
a
fit
of
dreamy
wonder
.
Her
feelings
were
unlike
any
she
had
ever
known
:
richer
,
deeper
,
more
complete
.
For
the
first
time
everything
in
her
,
from
head
to
foot
,
seemed
to
be
feeding
the
same
full
current
of
sensation
.
She
took
off
her
hat
and
went
to
the
dressing
-
table
to
smooth
her
hair
.
The
pressure
of
the
hat
had
flattened
the
dark
strands
on
her
forehead
;
her
face
was
paler
than
usual
,
with
shadows
about
the
eyes
.
She
felt
a
pang
of
regret
for
the
wasted
years
.
“
If
I
look
like
this
today
,
”
she
said
to
herself
,
“
what
will
he
think
of
me
when
I
’
m
ill
or
worried
?
”
She
began
to
run
her
fingers
through
her
hair
,
rejoicing
in
its
thickness
;
then
she
desisted
and
sat
still
,
resting
her
chin
on
her
hands
.
“
I
want
him
to
see
me
as
I
am
,
”
she
thought
.
Deeper
than
the
deepest
fibre
of
her
vanity
was
the
triumphant
sense
that
as
she
was
,
with
her
flattened
hair
,
her
tired
pallor
,
her
thin
sleeves
a
little
tumbled
by
the
weight
of
her
jacket
,
he
would
like
her
even
better
,
feel
her
nearer
,
dearer
,
more
desirable
,
than
in
all
the
splendours
she
might
put
on
for
him
.
In
the
light
of
this
discovery
she
studied
her
face
with
a
new
intentness
,
seeing
its
defects
as
she
had
never
seen
them
,
yet
seeing
them
through
a
kind
of
radiance
,
as
though
love
were
a
luminous
medium
into
which
she
had
been
bodily
plunged
.
She
was
glad
now
that
she
had
confessed
her
doubts
and
her
jealousy
.
She
divined
that
a
man
in
love
may
be
flattered
by
such
involuntary
betrayals
,
that
there
are
moments
when
respect
for
his
liberty
appeals
to
him
less
than
the
inability
to
respect
it
:
moments
so
propitious
that
a
woman
’
s
very
mistakes
and
indiscretions
may
help
to
establish
her
dominion
.
The
sense
of
power
she
had
been
aware
of
in
talking
to
Darrow
came
back
with
ten
-
fold
force
.
She
felt
like
testing
him
by
the
most
fantastic
exactions
,
and
at
the
same
moment
she
longed
to
humble
herself
before
him
,
to
make
herself
the
shadow
and
echo
of
his
mood
.
She
wanted
to
linger
with
him
in
a
world
of
fancy
and
yet
to
walk
at
his
side
in
the
world
of
fact
She
wanted
him
to
feel
her
power
and
yet
to
love
her
for
her
ignorance
and
humility
.
She
felt
like
a
slave
,
and
a
goddess
,
and
a
girl
in
her
teens
.
.
.
