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“
I
see
.
”
She
was
amusing
,
and
that
,
in
his
present
mood
,
was
more
to
his
purpose
than
the
exact
shade
of
her
taste
.
It
was
odd
,
too
,
to
discover
suddenly
that
the
blurred
tapestry
of
Mrs
.
Murrett
’
s
background
had
all
the
while
been
alive
and
full
of
eyes
.
Now
,
with
a
pair
of
them
looking
into
his
,
he
was
conscious
of
a
queer
reversal
of
perspective
.
“
Who
were
the
‘
we
’
?
Were
you
a
cloud
of
witnesses
?
”
“
There
were
a
good
many
of
us
.
”
She
smiled
.
“
Let
me
see
—
who
was
there
in
your
time
?
Mrs
.
Bolt
—
and
Mademoiselle
—
and
Professor
Didymus
and
the
Polish
Countess
.
Don
’
t
you
remember
the
Polish
Countess
?
She
crystal
-
gazed
,
and
played
accompaniments
,
and
Mrs
.
Murrett
chucked
her
because
Mrs
.
Didymus
accused
her
of
hypnotizing
the
Professor
.
But
of
course
you
don
’
t
remember
.
We
were
all
invisible
to
you
;
but
we
could
see
.
And
we
all
used
to
wonder
about
you
—
—
”
Again
Darrow
felt
a
redness
in
the
temples
.
“
What
about
me
?
”
“
Well
—
whether
it
was
you
or
she
who
.
.
.
”
He
winced
,
but
hid
his
disapproval
.
It
made
the
time
pass
to
listen
to
her
.
“
And
what
,
if
one
may
ask
,
was
your
conclusion
?
”
“
Well
,
Mrs
.
Bolt
and
Mademoiselle
and
the
Countess
naturally
thought
it
was
she
;
but
Professor
Didymus
and
Jimmy
Brance
—
especially
Jimmy
—
—
”
