Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

XVI

           

           Itcametohimthattheywerethefirstwordsofendearmenthehadheardherspeak,andtheirrarenessgavethemamagicqualityofreassurance,asthoughnodangercouldstrikethroughsuchashield.

           Aknockonthedoormadethemdrawapart.AnnaliftedherhandtoherhairandDarrowstoopedtoexamineaphotographofEffieonthewriting-table.

           “Comein!”Annasaid.

           ThedooropenedandSophyVinerentered.SeeingDarrow,shedrewback.

           “Docomein,MissViner,”Annarepeated,lookingatherkindly.

           Thegirl,aquickredinhercheeks,stillhesitatedonthethreshold.

           “I’msosorry;butEffiehasmislaidherLatingrammar,andIthoughtshemighthaveleftithere.Ineedittopreparefortomorrow’slesson.”

           “Isthisit?”Darrowasked,pickingupabookfromthetable.

           “Oh,thankyou!”

           Hehelditouttoherandshetookitandmovedtothedoor.

           “Waitaminute,please,MissViner,”Annasaid;andasthegirlturnedback,shewentonwithherquietsmile:“Effietoldusyou’dgonetoyourroomwithaheadache.Youmustn’tsitupovertomorrow’slessonsifyoudon’tfeelwell.”

           Sophy’sblushdeepened.“ButyouseeIhaveto.Latin’soneofmyweakpoints,andthere’sgenerallyonlyonepageofthisbookbetweenmeandEffie.”Shethrewthewordsoffwithahalf-ironicsmile.“Doexcusemydisturbingyou,”sheadded.

           “Youdidn’tdisturbme,”Annaanswered.Darrowperceivedthatshewaslookingintentlyatthegirl,asthoughstruckbysomethingtenseandtremulousinherface,hervoice,herwholemienandattitude.“Youdolooktired

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