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VIII

           Hesaidhisjobherewasaboutdone,anyhow;andtheredidn’tanotherwordpassbetweenus....Ifhetoldyouotherwisehetoldyouanuntruth.”

           Charitylistenedinacoldtranceofanger.Itwasnothingtoherwhatthevillagesaid...butallthisfingeringofherdreams!

           “I’vetoldyouhedidn’ttellmeanything.Ididn’tspeakwithhimlastnight.”

           “Youdidn’tspeakwithhim?”

           “No....It’snotthatIcarewhatanyofyousay...butyoumayaswellknow.Thingsain’tbetweenusthewayyouthink...andtheotherpeopleinthisplace.Hewaskindtome;hewasmyfriend;andallofasuddenhestoppedcoming,andIknewitwasyouthatdoneit—YOU!”Allherunreconciledmemoryofthepastflamedoutathim.“SoIwenttherelastnighttofindoutwhatyou’dsaidtohim:that’sall.”

           Mr.Royalldrewaheavybreath.“But,then—ifhewasn’tthere,whatwereyoudoingthereallthattime?—Charity,forpity’ssake,tellme.I’vegottoknow,tostoptheirtalking.”

           Thispatheticabdicationofallauthorityoverherdidnotmoveher:shecouldfeelonlytheoutrageofhisinterference.

           “Can’tyouseethatIdon’tcarewhatanybodysays?It’strueIwenttheretoseehim;andhewasinhisroom,andIstoodoutsideforeversolongandwatchedhim;butIdursn’tgoinforfearhe’dthinkI’dcomeafterhim....”Shefelthervoicebreaking,andgathereditupinalastdefiance.“AslongasIliveI’llneverforgiveyou!”shecried.

           Mr.Royallmadenoanswer.Hesatandponderedwithsunkenhead,hisveinedhandsclaspedaboutthearmsofhischair.

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