Риф, или Там, где разбивается счастье

XXXIV

           

           Darrowstoodup.“I’mgladyou’vetoldme.”Hespokewithavisibleeffortatcomposure.Hereyesfollowedhimashemovedaway.

           “Isthatall?”heaskedafteraninterval.

           “Itseemstomeagreatdeal.”

           “It’swhatshe’dalreadyaskedme.”Hisvoiceshowedherhowdeeplyhewasmoved,andathrobofjealousyshotthroughher.

           “Oh,itwasforyoursake,Iknow!”Hemadenoanswer,andsheadded:“She’sbeenexceedinglygenerous....Whyshouldn’twespeakofit?”

           Shehadloweredherhead,butthroughherdroppedlidssheseemedtobewatchingthecrowdedsceneofhisface.

           “I’venotshrunkfromspeakingofit.”

           “Speakingofher,then,Imean.ItseemstomethatifIcouldtalktoyouaboutherIshouldknowbetter——”

           Shebrokeoff,confused,andhequestioned:“Whatisityouwanttoknowbetter?”

           Thecolourrosetoherforehead.Howcouldshetellhimwhatshescarcelydaredowntoherself?Therewasnothingshedidnotwanttoknow,nofoldorcrannyofhissecretthatherawakenedimaginationdidnotstraintopenetrate;butshecouldnotexposeSophyVinertothebasefingeringsofaretrospectivejealousy,norDarrowtothetemptationofbelittlingherintheefforttobetterhisowncase.Thegirlhadbeenmagnificent,andtheonlyworthyreturnthatAnnacouldmakewastotakeDarrowfromherwithoutaquestionifshetookhimatall...

           Sheliftedhereyestohisface.“IthinkIonlywantedtospeakhername.It’snotrightthatweshouldseemsoafraidofit.IfIwerereallyafraidofitIshouldhavetogiveyouup,”shesaid

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