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XXVI

           Atsightofhimshehadforcedasmile;butitlitupherwretchednesslikeacandle-flameheldtoadeadface.

           Shemadenoreply,andDarrowwenton:“Youmustunderstandmywantingtospeaktoyou,afterwhatIwastoldjustnow.”

           Sheinterposed,withagestureofprotest:“I’mnotresponsibleforOwen’sravings!”

           “Ofcourse——”.Hebrokeoffandtheystoodfacingeachother.Sheliftedahandandpushedbackherlooselockwiththegesturethatwasburntintohismemory;thenshelookedaboutheranddroppedintothenearestchair.

           “Well,you’vegotwhatyouwanted,”shesaid.

           “WhatdoyoumeanbywhatIwanted?”

           “Myengagement’sbroken—youheardmesayso.”

           “Whydoyousaythat’swhatIwanted?AllIwished,fromthebeginning,wastoadviseyou,tohelpyouasbestIcould——”

           “That’swhatyou’vedone,”sherejoined.“You’veconvincedmethatit’sbestIshouldn’tmarryhim.”

           Darrowbrokeintoadespairinglaugh.“Attheverymomentwhenyou’dconvincedmetothecontrary!”

           “HadI?”Hersmileflickeredup.“Well,Ireallybelievedittillyoushowedme...warnedme...”

           “Warnedyou?”

           “ThatI’dbemiserableifImarriedamanIdidn’tlove.”

           “Don’tyoulovehim?”

           Shemadenoanswer,andDarrowstartedupandwalkedawaytotheotherendoftheroom.Hestoppedbeforethewriting-table,wherehisphotograph,well-dressed,handsome,self-sufficient—theportraitofamanoftheworld,confidentofhisabilitytodealadequatelywiththemostdelicatesituations—offereditshugefatuitytohisgaze.Heturnedbacktoher.

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