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“
Mrs
.
Leath
did
send
for
you
.
She
’
ll
be
here
presently
;
but
I
asked
her
to
let
me
see
you
first
.
”
He
spoke
very
gently
,
and
there
was
no
insincerity
in
his
gentleness
.
He
was
profoundly
moved
by
the
change
in
the
girl
’
s
appearance
.
At
sight
of
him
she
had
forced
a
smile
;
but
it
lit
up
her
wretchedness
like
a
candle
-
flame
held
to
a
dead
face
.
She
made
no
reply
,
and
Darrow
went
on
:
“
You
must
understand
my
wanting
to
speak
to
you
,
after
what
I
was
told
just
now
.
”
She
interposed
,
with
a
gesture
of
protest
:
“
I
’
m
not
responsible
for
Owen
’
s
ravings
!
”
“
Of
course
—
—
”
.
He
broke
off
and
they
stood
facing
each
other
.
She
lifted
a
hand
and
pushed
back
her
loose
lock
with
the
gesture
that
was
burnt
into
his
memory
;
then
she
looked
about
her
and
dropped
into
the
nearest
chair
.
“
Well
,
you
’
ve
got
what
you
wanted
,
”
she
said
.
“
What
do
you
mean
by
what
I
wanted
?
”
“
My
engagement
’
s
broken
—
you
heard
me
say
so
.
”
“
Why
do
you
say
that
’
s
what
I
wanted
?
All
I
wished
,
from
the
beginning
,
was
to
advise
you
,
to
help
you
as
best
I
could
—
—
”
