Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

XXVII

           

           “Thenthereissomething—somethingreallybad?Shewaswithsomeonewhenyoumether?Someonewithwhomshewas——”Shebrokeoff,andhesawherstrugglingwithnewthoughts.“Ifit’sthat,ofcourse....Oh,don’tyousee,”shedesperatelyappealedtohim,“thatImustfindout,andthatit’stoolatenowforyounottospeak?Don’tbeafraidthatI’llbetrayyou....I’llnever,neverletasoulsuspect.ButImustknowthetruth,andsurelyit’sbestforherthatIshouldfinditoutfromyou.”

           Darrowwaitedamoment;thenhesaidslowly:“Whatyouimagine’smeremadness.Shewasatthetheatrewithme.”

           “Withyou?”Hesawatremorpassthroughher,butshecontrolleditinstantlyandfacedhimstraightandmotionlessasawoundedcreatureinthemomentbeforeitfeelsitswound.“Whyshouldyoubothhavemadeamysteryofthat?”

           “I’vetoldyoutheideawasnotmine.”Hecastabout.“ShemayhavebeenafraidthatOwen——”

           “Butthatwasnotareasonforheraskingyoutotellmethatyouhardlyknewher—thatyouhadn’tevenseenherforyears.”Shebrokeoffandthebloodrosetoherfaceandforehead.“Evenifshehadotherreasons,therecouldbeonlyonereasonforyourobeyingher——”Silencefellbetweenthem,asilenceinwhichtheroomseemedtobecomesuddenlyresonantwithvoices.Darrow’sgazewanderedtothewindowandhenoticedthatthegaleoftwodaysbeforehadnearlystrippedthetopsofthelime-treesinthecourt.Annahadmovedawayandwasrestingherelbowsagainstthemantel-piece,herheadinherhands

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