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           Theexpressionofherfacehadnotchanged;andArcherrememberedthathehadbeforenoticedherapparentincapacityforsurprise."Youknew,then?"hebrokeout.Shewassilentforsolongthattheashdroppedfromhercigarette.Shebrushedittothefloor."Shehashintedaboutaletter:poordarling!Medora’shints—""Isitatyourhusband’srequestthatshehasarrivedheresuddenly?"MadameOlenskaseemedtoconsiderthisquestionalso."Thereagain:onecan’ttell.Shetoldmeshehadhada’spiritualsummons,’whateverthatis,fromDr.Carver.I’mafraidshe’sgoingtomarryDr.Carver...poorMedora,there’salwayssomeoneshewantstomarry.ButperhapsthepeopleinCubajustgottiredofher!Ithinkshewaswiththemasasortofpaidcompanion.Really,Idon’tknowwhyshecame.""Butyoudobelieveshehasaletterfromyourhusband?"AgainMadameOlenskabroodedsilently;thenshesaid:"Afterall,itwastobeexpected."Theyoungmanroseandwenttoleanagainstthefireplace.Asuddenrestlessnesspossessedhim,andhewastongue-tiedbythesensethattheirminuteswerenumbered,andthatatanymomenthemighthearthewheelsofthereturningcarriage."Youknowthatyourauntbelievesyouwillgoback?"MadameOlenskaraisedherheadquickly.Adeepblushrosetoherfaceandspreadoverherneckandshoulders.Sheblushedseldomandpainfully,asifithurtherlikeaburn."Manycruelthingshavebeenbelievedofme,"shesaid."Oh,Ellen—forgiveme;I’mafoolandabrute!"Shesmiledalittle."Youarehorriblynervous;youhaveyourowntroubles.