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“
Knew
that
I
could
never
live
here
with
him
.
”
She
looked
about
the
room
,
as
though
the
very
walls
must
speak
for
her
.
For
a
moment
Darrow
continued
to
search
her
face
perplexedly
;
then
their
eyes
met
in
a
long
disastrous
gaze
.
“
Yes
—
—
”
she
said
,
and
stood
up
.
Below
the
window
they
heard
Effie
whistling
for
her
dogs
,
and
then
,
from
the
terrace
,
her
mother
calling
her
.
“
There
—
that
for
instance
,
”
Sophy
Viner
said
.
Darrow
broke
out
:
“
It
’
s
I
who
ought
to
go
!
”
She
kept
her
small
pale
smile
.
“
What
good
would
that
do
any
of
us
—
now
?
”
He
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
.
“
Good
God
!
”
he
groaned
.
“
How
could
I
tell
?
”
“
You
couldn
’
t
tell
.
We
neither
of
us
could
.
”
She
seemed
to
turn
the
problem
over
critically
.
“
After
all
,
it
might
have
been
you
instead
of
me
!
”
He
took
another
distracted
turn
about
the
room
and
coming
back
to
her
sat
down
in
a
chair
at
her
side
.
A
mocking
hand
seemed
to
dash
the
words
from
his
lips
.
There
was
nothing
on
earth
that
he
could
say
to
her
that
wasn
’
t
foolish
or
cruel
or
contemptible
.
.
.
