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           I’vesometimesthought—"Archerstoodupandleanedagainstthemantelpiece,outoftheradiusofthelamp."Yes,you’vethought—?"heechoedasshepaused."Well,perhapsIhaven’tjudgedherfairly.She’ssodifferent—atleastonthesurface.Shetakesupsuchoddpeople—sheseemstoliketomakeherselfconspicuous.Isupposeit’sthelifeshe’sledinthatfastEuropeansociety;nodoubtweseemdreadfullydulltoher.ButIdon’twanttojudgeherunfairly."Shepausedagain,alittlebreathlesswiththeunwontedlengthofherspeech,andsatwithherlipsslightlypartedandadeepblushonhercheeks.Archer,ashelookedather,wasremindedoftheglowwhichhadsuffusedherfaceintheMissionGardenatSt.Augustine.Hebecameawareofthesameobscureeffortinher,thesamereachingouttowardsomethingbeyondtheusualrangeofhervision."ShehatesEllen,"hethought,"andshe’stryingtoovercomethefeeling,andtogetmetohelphertoovercomeit."Thethoughtmovedhim,andforamomenthewasonthepointofbreakingthesilencebetweenthem,andthrowinghimselfonhermercy."Youunderstand,don’tyou,"shewenton,"whythefamilyhavesometimesbeenannoyed?Wealldidwhatwecouldforheratfirst;butsheneverseemedtounderstand.AndnowthisideaofgoingtoseeMrs.Beaufort,ofgoingthereinGranny’scarriage!I’mafraidshe’squitealienatedthevanderLuydens...""Ah,"saidArcherwithanimpatientlaugh.Theopendoorhadclosedbetweenthemagain."It’stimetodress;we’rediningout,aren’twe?"heasked,movingfromthefire