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XXI

           Sheaddedwithasmile:“Whateveritis,let’shaveitover!”

           Darrow,throughhisrisingsenseofapprehension,wonderedwhy,insteadofmerelygoingforawalk,hehadnotjumpedintothefirsttrainandgotoutofthewaytillOwen’saffairswerefinallysettled.

           “ButwhatinthenameofgoodnesscanIdo?”heprotested,followingAnnabackintothehall.

           “Idon’tknow.ButOwenseemssotorelyonyou,too——”

           “Owen!Ishetobethere?”

           “No.ButyouknowItoldhimhecouldcountonyou.”

           “ButI’vesaidtoyourmother-in-lawallIcould.”

           “Well,thenyoucanonlyrepeatit.”

           ThisdidnotseemtoDarrowtosimplifyhiscaseasmuchassheappearedtothink;andoncemorehehadamovementofrecoil.“There’snopossiblereasonformybeingmixedupinthisaffair!”

           Annagavehimareproachfulglance.“NotthefactthatIam?”sheremindedhim;buteventhisonlystiffenedhisresistance.

           “Whyshouldyoube,either—tothisextent?”

           Thequestionmadeherpause.Sheglancedaboutthehall,asiftobesuretheyhadittothemselves;andthen,inaloweredvoice:“Idon’tknow,”shesuddenlyconfessed;“but,somehow,ifthey’renothappyIfeelasifweshouldn’tbe.”

           “Oh,well—”Darrowacquiesced,inthetoneofthemanwhoperforceyieldstosolovelyanunreasonableness.Escapewas,afterall,impossible,andhecouldonlyresignhimselftobeingledtoMadamedeChantelle’sdoor.

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