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She
hesitated
,
conscious
of
the
difficulty
of
justifying
her
request
;
then
:
“
I
want
you
to
speak
to
Sophy
,
”
she
said
.
Darrow
broke
into
an
incredulous
laugh
.
“
Considering
what
my
previous
attempts
have
resulted
in
—
—
!
”
She
raised
her
eyes
quickly
.
“
They
haven
’
t
,
at
least
,
resulted
in
your
liking
her
less
,
in
your
thinking
less
well
of
her
than
you
’
ve
told
me
?
”
She
fancied
he
frowned
a
little
.
“
I
wonder
why
you
go
back
to
that
?
”
“
I
want
to
be
sure
—
I
owe
it
to
Owen
.
Won
’
t
you
tell
me
the
exact
impression
she
’
s
produced
on
you
?
”
“
I
have
told
you
—
I
like
Miss
Viner
.
”
“
Do
you
still
believe
she
’
s
in
love
with
Owen
?
”
“
There
was
nothing
in
our
short
talks
to
throw
any
particular
light
on
that
.
”
“
You
still
believe
,
though
,
that
there
’
s
no
reason
why
he
shouldn
’
t
marry
her
?
”
