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VIII

           Eventhenshehadregardedhimonlyinrelationtoherself,andhadneverspeculatedastohisownfeelings,beyondinstinctivelyconcludingthathewouldnottroubleheragaininthesameway.Butnowshebegantowonderwhathewasreallylike.

           Hehadgraspedthebackofhischairwithbothhands,andstoodlookinghardather.Atlengthhesaid:“Charity,foroncelet’syouandmetalktogetherlikefriends.”

           Instantlyshefeltthatsomethinghadhappened,andthatheheldherinhishand.

           “WhereisMr.Harney?Whyhasn’thecomeback?Haveyousenthimaway?”shebrokeout,withoutknowingwhatshewassaying.

           ThechangeinMr.Royallfrightenedher.Allthebloodseemedtoleavehisveinsandagainsthisswarthypallorthedeeplinesinhisfacelookedblack.

           “Didn’thehavetimetoanswersomeofthosequestionslastnight?Youwaswithhimlongenough!”hesaid.

           Charitystoodspeechless.Thetauntwassounrelatedtowhathadbeenhappeninginhersoulthatshehardlyunderstoodit.Buttheinstinctofself-defenseawokeinher.

           “WhosaysIwaswithhimlastnight?”

           “Thewholeplaceissayingitbynow.”

           “Thenitwasyouthatputthelieintotheirmouths.—Oh,howI’vealwayshatedyou!”shecried.

           Shehadexpectedaretortinkind,anditstartledhertohearherexclamationsoundingonthroughsilence.

           “Yes,Iknow,”Mr.Royallsaidslowly.“Butthatain’tgoingtohelpusmuchnow.”

           “Ithelpsmenottocareastrawwhatliesyoutellaboutme!”

           “Ifthey’relies,they’renotmylies:myBibleoathonthat,Charity.

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