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‘
And
yet
she
has
run
away
!
’
I
saw
her
thin
lips
working
while
she
looked
at
me
,
as
if
they
were
eager
to
load
her
with
reproaches
.
‘
Run
away
?
’
I
repeated
.
‘
Yes
!
From
him
,
’
she
said
,
with
a
laugh
.
‘
If
she
is
not
found
,
perhaps
she
never
will
be
found
.
She
may
be
dead
!
’
The
vaunting
cruelty
with
which
she
met
my
glance
,
I
never
saw
expressed
in
any
other
face
that
ever
I
have
seen
.
‘
To
wish
her
dead
,
’
said
I
,
‘
may
be
the
kindest
wish
that
one
of
her
own
sex
could
bestow
upon
her
.
I
am
glad
that
time
has
softened
you
so
much
,
Miss
Dartle
.
’
She
condescended
to
make
no
reply
,
but
,
turning
on
me
with
another
scornful
laugh
,
said
:
‘
The
friends
of
this
excellent
and
much
-
injured
young
lady
are
friends
of
yours
.
You
are
their
champion
,
and
assert
their
rights
.
Do
you
wish
to
know
what
is
known
of
her
?
’
‘
Yes
,
’
said
I
.
