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           Shemadenoanswer,andhewenton:“OfcourseI’lldoasyouwish;butifIgonowamInottoseeyouagain?”

           Hisvoicewasfirm:hispridewasansweringherpride!

           Shefaltered:“Youmustseeit’suseless——”

           “Imightremindyouthatyou’redismissingmewithoutahearing——”

           “Withoutahearing?I’veheardyouboth!”

           ——“butIwon’t,”hecontinued,“remindyouofthat,orofanythingoranyonebutOwen.”

           “Owen?”

           “Yes;ifwecouldsomehowsparehim——”

           Shehaddroppedherhandsandturnedherstartledeyesonhim.ItseemedtoheranagesinceshehadthoughtofOwen!

           “Yousee,don’tyou,”Darrowcontinued,“thatifyousendmeawaynow——”

           Sheinterrupted:“Yes,Isee——”andtherewasalongsilencebetweenthem.Atlengthshesaid,verylow:“Idon’twantanyoneelsetosufferasI’msuffering...”

           “OwenknowsImeanttoleavetomorrow,”Darrowwenton.“Anysuddenchangeofplanmaymakehimthink...”

           Oh,shesawhisinevitablelogic:thehorrorofitwasoneverysideofher!IthadseemedpossibletocontrolhergriefandfaceDarrowcalmlywhileshewasupheldbythebeliefthatthiswastheirlasthourtogether,thatafterhehadpassedoutoftheroomtherewouldbenofearofseeinghimagain,nofearthathisnearness,hislook,hisvoice,andalltheunseeninfluencesthatflowedfromhim,woulddissolvehersoultoweakness.ButhercouragefailedattheideaofhavingtoconspirewithhimtoshieldOwen,ofkeepingupwithhim,forOwen’ssake,afeintofunionandfelicity.

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