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“
You
’
re
not
speculating
?
”
she
cried
,
with
a
kind
of
superstitious
terror
.
“
Lord
,
no
.
This
is
a
sure
thing
—
I
almost
wish
it
wasn
’
t
;
I
mean
if
I
can
work
it
—
”
He
had
a
sudden
vision
of
the
comprehensiveness
of
the
temptation
.
If
only
he
had
been
less
sure
of
Dinslow
!
His
assurance
gave
the
situation
the
base
element
of
safety
.
“
I
don
’
t
understand
you
,
”
she
faltered
.
“
Trust
me
,
instead
!
”
he
adjured
her
,
with
sudden
energy
;
and
turning
on
her
abruptly
,
“
If
you
go
,
you
know
,
you
go
free
,
”
he
concluded
.
She
drew
back
,
paling
a
little
.
“
Why
do
you
make
it
harder
for
me
?
”
“
To
make
it
easier
for
myself
,
”
he
retorted
.
Glennard
,
the
next
afternoon
,
leaving
his
office
earlier
than
usual
,
turned
,
on
his
way
home
,
into
one
of
the
public
libraries
.
He
had
the
place
to
himself
at
that
closing
hour
,
and
the
librarian
was
able
to
give
an
undivided
attention
to
his
tentative
request
for
letters
—
collections
of
letters
.
The
librarian
suggested
Walpole
.
“
I
meant
women
—
women
’
s
letters
.
”
The
librarian
proffered
Hannah
More
and
Miss
Martineau
.
