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“
Ah
,
you
’
ve
brought
them
!
I
’
m
so
glad
,
”
she
exclaimed
.
He
answered
over
his
shoulder
,
“
For
a
woman
who
never
reads
you
make
the
most
astounding
exceptions
!
”
Her
smile
was
an
exasperating
concession
to
the
probability
that
it
had
been
hot
in
town
or
that
something
had
bothered
him
.
“
Do
you
mean
it
’
s
not
nice
to
want
to
read
the
book
?
”
she
asked
.
“
It
was
not
nice
to
publish
it
,
certainly
;
but
after
all
,
I
’
m
not
responsible
for
that
,
am
I
?
”
She
paused
,
and
,
as
he
made
no
answer
,
went
on
,
still
smiling
,
“
I
do
read
sometimes
,
you
know
;
and
I
’
m
very
fond
of
Margaret
Aubyn
’
s
books
.
I
was
reading
‘
Pomegranate
Seed
’
when
we
first
met
.
Don
’
t
you
remember
?
It
was
then
you
told
me
all
about
her
.
”
Glennard
had
turned
back
into
the
room
and
stood
staring
at
his
wife
.
“
All
about
her
?
”
he
repeated
,
and
with
the
words
remembrance
came
to
him
.
He
had
found
Miss
Trent
one
afternoon
with
the
novel
in
her
hand
,
and
moved
by
the
lover
’
s
fatuous
impulse
to
associate
himself
in
some
way
with
whatever
fills
the
mind
of
the
beloved
,
had
broken
through
his
habitual
silence
about
the
past
.
Rewarded
by
the
consciousness
of
figuring
impressively
in
Miss
Trent
’
s
imagination
he
had
gone
on
from
one
anecdote
to
another
,
reviving
dormant
details
of
his
old
Hillbridge
life
,
and
pasturing
his
vanity
on
the
eagerness
with
which
she
received
his
reminiscences
of
a
being
already
clothed
in
the
impersonality
of
greatness
.
The
incident
had
left
no
trace
in
his
mind
;
but
it
sprang
up
now
like
an
old
enemy
,
the
more
dangerous
for
having
been
forgotten
.
The
instinct
of
self
-
preservation
—
sometimes
the
most
perilous
that
man
can
exercise
—
made
him
awkwardly
declare
—
“
Oh
,
I
used
to
see
her
at
people
’
s
houses
,
that
was
all
;
”
and
her
silence
as
usual
leaving
room
for
a
multiplication
of
blunders
,
he
added
,
with
increased
indifference
,
“
I
simply
can
’
t
see
what
you
can
find
to
interest
you
in
such
a
book
.
”
She
seemed
to
consider
this
intently
.
“
You
’
ve
read
it
,
then
?
”
“
I
glanced
at
it
—
I
never
read
such
things
.
”
