Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

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           SheraisedhereyesentreatinglytoDarrow’s,andreadinthemtheforbearanceofthemanresignedtothediscussionofnon-existentproblems.

           “I’lldowhateveryouwantmeto,”hesaid;“butIdon’tyetknowwhatitis.”

           Hissmileseemedtochargeherwithinconsequence,andthepricktoherpridemadehercontinue:“Afterall,it’snotsounnaturalthatOwen,knowingyouandSophytobealmoststrangers,shouldwonderwhatyouweresayingtoeachotherwhenhesawyoutalkingtogether.”

           Shefeltawarningtremorasshespoke,asthoughsomeinstinctdeeperthanreasonsurgedupindefenseofitstreasure.ButDarrow’sfacewasunstirredsavebytheflitofhishalf-amusedsmile.

           “Well,mydear—andcouldn’tyouhavetoldhim?”“I?”shefalteredoutthroughherblush.

           “Youseemtoforget,oneandallofyou,thepositionyouputmeinwhenIcamedownhere:yourappealtometoseeOwenthrough,yourassurancetohimthatIwould,MadamedeChantelle’sattempttowinmeover;andmostofall,myownsenseofthefactyou’vejustrecalledtome:theimportance,forbothofus,thatOwenshouldlikeme.ItseemedtomethatthefirstthingtodowastogetasmuchlightasIcouldonthewholesituation;andtheobviouswayofdoingitwastotrytoknowMissVinerbetter.OfcourseI’vetalkedwithheralone—I’vetalkedwithherasoftenasIcould.I’vetriedmybesttofindoutifyouwererightinencouragingOwentomarryher.

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