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XIV

           

           Effie,whowasattendedbyashaggyterrier,hadpickeduptwoorthreesubordinatedogsatthestable;andasshetrottedonaheadwithheryappingescort,AnnahungbacktothrowalookatDarrow.

           “Yes,”heansweredit,“she’sexquisite....Oh,IseewhatI’maskingofyou!Butshe’llbequitehappyhere,won’tshe?Andyoumustrememberitwon’tbeforlong...”

           Annasighedheracquiescence.“Oh,she’llbehappyhere.It’shernaturetobehappy.She’llapplyherselftoit,conscientiously,asshedoestoherlessons,andtowhatshecalls‘beinggood’...Inaway,yousee,that’sjustwhatworriesme.Herideaof‘beinggood’istopleasethepersonshe’swith—sheputsherwholedearlittlemindonit!Andso,ifevershe’swiththewrongperson——”

           “Butsurelythere’snodangerofthatjustnow?MadamedeChantelletellsmethatyou’veatlastputyourhandonaperfectgoverness——”

           Anna,withoutanswering,glancedawayfromhimtowardherdaughter.

           “It’slucky,atanyrate,”Darrowcontinued,“thatMadamedeChantellethinksherso.”

           “Oh,Ithinkveryhighlyofhertoo.”

           “HighlyenoughtofeelquitesatisfiedtoleaveherwithEffie?”

           “Yes.She’sjustthepersonforEffie.Only,ofcourse,oneneverknows....She’syoung,andshemighttakeitintoherheadtoleaveus...”Afterapausesheadded:“I’mnaturallyanxioustoknowwhatyouthinkofher.”

           Whentheyenteredthehousethehandsofthehallclockstoodwithinafewminutesoftheluncheonhour.

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