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“
My
dear
,
”
he
began
at
last
,
“
oughtn
’
t
you
,
at
any
rate
,
to
try
?
”
Her
gaze
grew
grave
.
“
Try
to
forget
you
?
”
He
flushed
to
the
forehead
.
“
I
meant
,
try
to
give
Owen
more
time
;
to
give
him
a
chance
.
He
’
s
madly
in
love
with
you
;
all
the
good
that
’
s
in
him
is
in
your
hands
.
His
step
-
mother
felt
that
from
the
first
.
And
she
thought
—
she
believed
—
—
”
“
She
thought
I
could
make
him
happy
.
Would
she
think
so
now
?
”
“
Now
.
.
.
?
I
don
’
t
say
now
.
But
later
?
Time
modifies
.
.
.
rubs
out
.
.
.
more
quickly
than
you
think
.
.
.
.
Go
away
,
but
let
him
hope
.
.
.
.
I
’
m
going
too
—
we
’
re
going
—
”
he
stumbled
on
the
plural
—
“
in
a
very
few
weeks
:
going
for
a
long
time
,
probably
.
What
you
’
re
thinking
of
now
may
never
happen
.
We
may
not
all
be
here
together
again
for
years
.
”
She
heard
him
out
in
silence
,
her
hands
clasped
on
her
knee
,
her
eyes
bent
on
them
.
“
For
me
,
”
she
said
,
“
you
’
ll
always
be
here
.
”
“
Don
’
t
say
that
—
oh
,
don
’
t
!
Things
change
.
.
.
people
change
.
.
.
.
You
’
ll
see
!
”
“
You
don
’
t
understand
.
I
don
’
t
want
anything
to
change
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
forget
—
to
rub
out
.
At
first
I
imagined
I
did
;
but
that
was
a
foolish
mistake
.
As
soon
as
I
saw
you
again
I
knew
it
.
.
.
.
It
’
s
not
being
here
with
you
that
I
’
m
afraid
of
—
in
the
sense
you
think
.
It
’
s
being
here
,
or
anywhere
,
with
Owen
.
”
She
stood
up
and
bent
her
tragic
smile
on
him
.
“
I
want
to
keep
you
all
to
myself
.
”
The
only
words
that
came
to
him
were
futile
denunciations
of
his
folly
;
but
the
sense
of
their
futility
checked
them
on
his
lips
.
“
Poor
child
—
you
poor
child
!
”
he
heard
himself
vainly
repeating
.
