Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

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           “Whatfactsdoyoumean?”

           Darrowhesitated.“YoumustknowbetterthanI,”hereturnedatlength,“thatthewaywon’tbemadeeasytoyou.”

           “Mrs.Leath,atanyrate,hasmadeitso.”

           “MadamedeChantellewillnot.”

           “Howdoyouknowthat?”sheflungback.

           Hepausedagain,notsurehowfaritwasprudenttorevealhimselfintheconfidenceofthehousehold.Then,toavoidinvolvingAnna,heanswered:“MadamedeChantellesentformeyesterday.”

           “Sentforyou—totalktoyouaboutme?”Thecolourrosetoherforeheadandhereyesburnedblackunderloweredbrows.“Bywhatright,Ishouldliketoknow?Whathaveyoutodowithme,orwithanythingintheworldthatconcernsme?”

           Darrowinstantlyperceivedwhatdreadsuspicionagainpossessedher,andthesensethatitwasnotwhollyunjustifiedcausedhimapassingpangofshame.Butitdidnotturnhimfromhispurpose.

           “I’manoldfriendofMrs.Leath’s.It’snotunnaturalthatMadamedeChantelleshouldtalktome.”

           Shedroppedthescreenonthetableandstoodup,turningonhimthesamesmallmaskofwrathandscornwhichhadglaredathim,inParis,whenhehadconfessedtohissuppressionofherletter.Shewalkedawayasteportwoandthencameback.

           “MayIaskwhatMadamedeChantellesaidtoyou?”

           “Shemadeitclearthatsheshouldnotencouragethemarriage.”

           “Andwhatwasherobjectinmakingthatcleartoyou?”

           Darrowhesitated.“Isupposeshethought——”

           “ThatshecouldpersuadeyoutoturnMrs.Leathagainstme?”

           Hewassilent,andshepressedhim:“Wasthatit?”“Thatwasit.

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