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"
You
do
n't
say
!
"
replied
Lillian
,
with
surprise
and
fright
in
her
voice
,
and
getting
up
.
She
had
been
so
used
to
a
world
where
prisons
were
scarcely
thought
of
,
where
things
went
on
smoothly
from
day
to
day
without
any
noticeable
intrusion
of
such
distressing
things
as
courts
,
jails
,
and
the
like
,
that
these
last
few
months
had
driven
her
nearly
mad
.
Cowperwood
had
so
definitely
insisted
on
her
keeping
in
the
background
--
he
had
told
her
so
very
little
that
she
was
all
at
sea
anyhow
in
regard
to
the
whole
procedure
.
Nearly
all
that
she
had
had
in
the
way
of
intelligence
had
been
from
his
father
and
mother
and
Anna
,
and
from
a
close
and
almost
secret
scrutiny
of
the
newspapers
.
At
the
time
he
had
gone
to
the
county
jail
she
did
not
even
know
anything
about
it
until
his
father
had
come
back
from
the
court-room
and
the
jail
and
had
broken
the
news
to
her
.
It
had
been
a
terrific
blow
to
her
.
Now
to
have
this
thing
suddenly
broken
to
her
in
this
offhand
way
,
even
though
she
had
been
expecting
and
dreading
it
hourly
,
was
too
much
.
She
was
still
a
decidedly
charming-looking
woman
as
she
stood
holding
her
daughter
's
garment
in
her
hand
,
even
if
she
was
forty
years
old
to
Cowperwood
's
thirty-five
.
She
was
robed
in
one
of
the
creations
of
their
late
prosperity
,
a
cream-colored
gown
of
rich
silk
,
with
dark
brown
trimmings
--
a
fetching
combination
for
her
.
Her
eyes
were
a
little
hollow
,
and
reddish
about
the
rims
,
but
otherwise
she
showed
no
sign
of
her
keen
mental
distress
.
There
was
considerable
evidence
of
the
former
tranquil
sweetness
that
had
so
fascinated
him
ten
years
before
.
"
Is
n't
that
terrible
?
"
she
said
,
weakly
,
her
hands
trembling
in
a
nervous
way
.
"
Is
n't
it
dreadful
?
Is
n't
there
anything
more
you
can
do
,
truly
?
"
You
wo
n't
really
have
to
go
to
prison
,
will
you
?
"
He
objected
to
her
distress
and
her
nervous
fears
.
He
preferred
a
stronger
,
more
self-reliant
type
of
woman
,
but
still
she
was
his
wife
,
and
in
his
day
he
had
loved
her
much
.
"
It
looks
that
way
,
Lillian
,
"
he
said
,
with
the
first
note
of
real
sympathy
he
had
used
in
a
long
while
,
for
he
felt
sorry
for
her
now
.
At
the
same
time
he
was
afraid
to
go
any
further
along
that
line
,
for
fear
it
might
give
her
a
false
sense
as
to
his
present
attitude
toward
her
which
was
one
essentially
of
indifference
.
But
she
was
not
so
dull
but
what
she
could
see
that
the
consideration
in
his
voice
had
been
brought
about
by
his
defeat
,
which
meant
hers
also
.
She
choked
a
little
--
and
even
so
was
touched
.
The
bare
suggestion
of
sympathy
brought
back
the
old
days
so
definitely
gone
forever
.
If
only
they
could
be
brought
back
!
"
I
do
n't
want
you
to
feel
distressed
about
me
,
though
,
"
he
went
on
,
before
she
could
say
anything
to
him
.
"
I
'm
not
through
with
my
fighting
.
I
'll
get
out
of
this
.
I
have
to
go
to
prison
,
it
seems
,
in
order
to
get
things
straightened
out
properly
.
What
I
would
like
you
to
do
is
to
keep
up
a
cheerful
appearance
in
front
of
the
rest
of
the
family
--
father
and
mother
particularly
.
They
need
to
be
cheered
up
.
"
He
thought
once
of
taking
her
hand
,
then
decided
not
.
She
noted
mentally
his
hesitation
,
the
great
difference
between
his
attitude
now
and
that
of
ten
or
twelve
years
before
.
It
did
not
hurt
her
now
as
much
as
she
once
would
have
thought
.
She
looked
at
him
,
scarcely
knowing
what
to
say
.
There
was
really
not
so
much
to
say
.
"
Will
you
have
to
go
soon
,
if
you
do
have
to
go
?
"
she
ventured
,
wearily
.
"
I
ca
n't
tell
yet
.
Possibly
to-night
.
Possibly
Friday
.
Possibly
not
until
Monday
.
I
'm
waiting
to
hear
from
Steger
.
I
expect
him
here
any
minute
.
"
