Darrow，layingasidehispen，lookedatherforamomentinsilence；thenhestoodupandshutthedoor。
　　"Imustgoto—morrowearly，"hesaid，sittingdownbesideher。Hisvoicewasgrave，withaslighttingeofsadness。
　　Shesaidtoherself："HeknowswhatIamfeeling……"andnowthethoughtmadeherfeellessalone。Theexpressionofhisfacewassternandyettender：forthefirsttimesheunderstoodwhathehadsuffered。
　　Shehadnodoubtastothenecessityofgivinghimup，butitwasimpossibletotellhimsothen。Shestoodupandsaid："I’llleaveyoutoyourletters。"Hemadenoprotest，butmerelyanswered："You’llcomedownpresentlyforawalk？"anditoccurredtoheratoncethatshewouldwalkdowntotheriverwithhim，andgiveherselfforthelasttimethetragicluxuryofsittingathissideinthelittlepavilion。"Perhaps，"shethought，"itwillbeeasiertotellhimthere。"
　　Itdidnot，onthewayhomefromtheirwalk，becomeanyeasiertotellhim；buthersecretdecisiontodosobeforeheleftgaveherakindoffactitiouscalmandlaidamelancholyecstasyuponthehour。Stillskirtingthesubjectthatfannedtheirveryfaceswithitsflame，theyclungpersistentlytoothertopics，anditseemedtoAnnathattheirmindshadneverbeennearertogetherthaninthishourwhentheirheartsweresoseparate。Intheglowofinterchangedloveshehadgrownlessconsciousofthatotherglowofinterchangedthoughtwhichhadonceilluminedhermind。ShehadforgottenhowDarrowhadwidenedherworldandlengthenedoutallherperspectives，andwithapangofdoubledestitutionshesawherselfaloneamonghershrunkenthoughts。
　　Forthefirsttime，then，shehadaclearvisionofwhatherlifewouldbewithouthim。Sheimaginedherselftryingtotakeupthedailyround，andallthathadlightenedandanimateditseemedequallylifelessandvain。Shetriedtothinkofherselfaswhollyabsorbedinherdaughter’sdevelopment，likeothermothersshehadseen；butshesupposedthosemothersmusthavehadstoredmemoriesofhappinesstonourishthem。Shehadhadnothing，andallherstarvedyouthstillclaimeditsdue。
　　Whenshewentuptodressfordinnershesaidtoherself：
　　"I’llhavemylasteveningwithhim，andthen，beforewesaygoodnight，I’lltellhim。"
　　Thispostponementdidnotseemunjustified。Darrowhadshownherhowhedreadedvainwords，howresolvedhewastoavoidallfruitlessdiscussion。Hemusthavebeenintenselyawareofwhathadbeengoingoninhermindsincehisreturn，yetwhenshehadattemptedtorevealittohimhehadturnedfromtherevelation。Shewasthereforemerelyfollowingthelinehehadtracedinbehaving，tillthefinalmomentcame，asthoughtherewerenothingmoretosay……
　　Thatmomentseemedatlasttobeathandwhen，atherusualhourafterdinner，MadamedeChantellerosetogoupstairs。
　　Shelingeredalittletobidgood—byetoDarrow，whomshewasnotlikelytoseeinthemorning；andheraffableallusionstohispromptreturnsoundedinAnna’searlikethenoteofdestiny。
　　Acoldrainhadfallenallday，andforgreaterwarmthandintimacytheyhadgoneafterdinnertotheoak—room，shuttingoutthechillyvistaofthefartherdrawing—rooms。
　　Theautumnwind，comingupfromtheriver，criedaboutthehousewithavoiceoflossandseparation；andAnnaandDarrowsatsilent，asiftheyfearedtobreakthehushthatshutthemin。Thesolitude，thefire—light，theharmonyofsofthangingsandolddimpictures，woveaboutthemaspellofsecuritythroughwhichAnnafelt，fardowninherheart，themuffledbeatofaninextinguishablebliss。Howcouldshehavethoughtthatthislastmomentwouldbethemomenttospeaktohim，whenitseemedtohavegatheredupintoitsflightallthescatteredsplendoursofherdream？
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　　Darrowcontinuedtostandbythedoorafterithadclosed。
　　Annafeltthathewaslookingather，andsatstill，disdainingtoseekrefugeinanyevasivewordormovement。
　　Forthelasttimeshewantedtolethimtakefromherthefulnessofwhatthesightofhercouldgive。
　　Hecrossedoverandsatdownonthesofa。Foramomentneitherofthemspoke；thenhesaid："To—night，dearest，I
　　musthavemyanswer。"
　　Shestraightenedherselfundertheshockofhisseemingtotaketheverywordsfromherlips。
　　"To—night？"wasallthatshecouldfalter。
　　"Imustbeoffbytheearlytrain。Therewon’tbemorethanamomentinthemorning。"
　　Hehadtakenherhand，andshesaidtoherselfthatshemustfreeitbeforeshecouldgoonwithwhatshehadtosay。
　　Thensherejectedthisconcessiontoaweaknessshewasresolvedtodefy。Totheendshewouldleaveherhandinhishand，hereyesinhiseyes：shewouldnot，intheirfinalhourtogether，beafraidofanypartofherloveforhim。
　　"You’lltellmeto—night，dear，"heinsistedgently；andhisinsistencegaveherthestrengthtospeak。
　　"There’ssomethingImustaskyou，"shebrokeout，perceiving，assheheardherwords，thattheywerenotintheleastwhatshehadmeanttosay。
　　Hesatstill，waiting，andshepressedon："Dosuchthingshappentomenoften？"
　　Thequietroomseemedtoresoundwiththelongreverberationsofherquestion。Shelookedawayfromhim，andhereleasedherandstoodup。
　　"Idon’tknowwhathappenstoothermen。Suchathingneverhappenedtome……"
　　Sheturnedhereyesbacktohisface。Shefeltlikeatravelleronagiddypathbetweenacliffandaprecipice：
　　therewasnothingforitnowbuttogoon。
　　"Hadit……haditbegun……beforeyoumetherinParis？"
　　"No；athousandtimesno！I’vetoldyouthefactsastheywere。"
　　"Allthefacts？"
　　Heturnedabruptly。"Whatdoyoumean？"
　　Herthroatwasdryandtheloudpulsesdrummedinhertemples。
　　"Imean——abouther……Perhapsyouknew……knewthingsabouther……beforehand。"
　　Shestopped。Theroomhadgrownprofoundlystill。Alogdroppedtothehearthandbrokethereinahissingshower。
　　Darrowspokeinaclearvoice。"Iknewnothing，absolutelynothing，"hesaid。
　　Shehadtheanswertoherinmostdoubt——toherlastshamefulunavowedhope。Shesatpowerlessunderherwoe。
　　Hewalkedtothefireplaceandpushedbackthebrokenlogwithhisfoot。Aflameshotoutofit，andintheupwardglareshesawhispaleface，sternwithmisery。
　　"Isthatall？"heasked。
　　Shemadeaslightsignwithherheadandhecameslowlybacktoher。"Thenisthistobegood—bye？"
　　Againshesignedafaintassent，andhemadenoefforttotouchherordrawnearer。"YouunderstandthatIsha’n’tcomeback？"
　　Hewaslookingather，andshetriedtoreturnhislook，buthereyeswereblindwithtears，andindreadofhisseeingthemshegotupandwalkedaway。Hedidnotfollowher，andshestoodwithherbacktohim，staringatabowlofcarnationsonalittletablestrewnwithbooks。Hertearsmagnifiedeverythingshelookedat，andthestreakedpetalsofthecarnations，theirfringededgesandfrailcurledstamens，presseduponher，hugeandvivid。ShenoticedamongthebooksavolumeofversehehadsentherfromEngland，andtriedtorememberwhetheritwasbeforeorafter……
　　Shefeltthathewaswaitingforhertospeak，andatlastsheturnedtohim。"Ishallseeyouto—morrowbeforeyougo……"
　　Hemadenoanswer。
　　Shemovedtowardthedoorandhehelditopenforher。Shesawhishandonthedoor，andhissealringinitssettingoftwistedsilver；andthesenseoftheendofallthingscametoher。
　　Theywalkeddownthedrawing—rooms，betweentheshadowyreflectionsofscreensandcabinets，andmountedthestairssidebyside。Attheendofthegallery，alampbroughtoutturbidgleamsinthesmokybattle—pieceaboveit。
　　OnthelandingDarrowstopped；hisroomwasthenearesttothestairs。"Goodnight，"hesaid，holdingouthishand。
　　AsAnnagavehimhersthespringsofgriefbrokelooseinher。Shestruggledwithhersobs，andsubduedthem；butherbreathcameunevenly，andtohideheragitationsheleanedonhimandpressedherfaceagainsthisarm。
　　"Don’t——don’t，"hewhispered，soothingher。
　　Hertroubledbreathingsoundedloudlyinthesilenceofthesleepinghouse。Shepressedherlipstight，butcouldnotstopthenervouspulsationsinherthroat，andheputanarmaboutherand，openinghisdoor，drewheracrossthethresholdofhisroom。Thedoorshutbehindherandshesatdownontheloungeatthefootofthebed。Thepulsationsinherthroathadceased，butsheknewtheywouldbeginagainifshetriedtospeak。
　　Darrowwalkedawayandleanedagainstthemantelpiece。Thered—veiledlampshoneonhisbooksandpapers，onthearm—
　　chairbythefire，andthescatteredobjectsonhisdressing—table。Alogglimmeredonthehearth，andtheroomwaswarmandfaintlysmoke—scented。Itwasthefirsttimeshehadeverbeeninaroomhelivedin，amonghispersonalpossessionsandthetracesofhisdailyusage。Everyobjectaboutherseemedtocontainaparticleofhimself：thewholeairbreathedofhim，steepingherinthesenseofhisintimatepresence。
　　Suddenlyshethought："ThisiswhatSophyVinerknew"……andwithatorturingprecisionshepicturedthemaloneinsuchascene……Hadhetakenthegirltoanhotel……wheredidpeoplegoinsuchcases？Wherevertheywere，thesilenceofnighthadbeenaroundthem，andthethingsheusedhadbeenstrewnabouttheroom……Anna，ashamedofdwellingonthedetestedvision，stoodupwithaconfusedimpulseofflight；thenawaveofcontraryfeelingarrestedherandshepausedwithloweredhead。
　　Darrowhadcomeforwardassherose，andsheperceivedthathewaswaitingforhertobidhimgoodnight。Itwasclearthatnootherpossibilityhadevenbrushedhismind；andthefact，forsomedimreason，humiliatedher。"Whynot……whynot？"somethingwhisperedinher，asthoughhisforbearance，histacitrecognitionofherpride，wereaslightonotherqualitiesshewantedhimtofeelinher。
　　"Inthemorning，then？"sheheardhimsay。
　　"Yes，inthemorning，"sherepeated。
　　Shecontinuedtostandinthesameplace，lookingvaguelyabouttheroom。Foroncebeforetheyparted——sinceparttheymust——shelongedtobetohimallthatSophyVinerhadbeen；butsheremainedrootedtothefloor，unabletofindawordorimagineagesturethatshouldexpresshermeaning。
　　Exasperatedbyherhelplessness，shethought："Don’tIfeelthingsasotherwomendo？"
　　Hereyefellonanote—caseshehadgivenhim。Itwaswornatthecornerswiththefrictionofhispocketanddistendedwiththicklypackedpapers。Shewonderedifhecarriedherlettersinit，andsheputherhandoutandtouchedit。
　　Allthatheandshehadeverfeltorseen，theircloseencountersofwordandlook，andtheclosercontactoftheirsilences，trembledthroughheratthetouch。Sherememberedthingshehadsaidthathadbeenlikenewskiesaboveherhead：wayshehadthatseemedapartoftheairshebreathed。Thefaintwarmthofhergirlishlovecamebacktoher，gatheringheatasitpassedthroughherthoughts；andherheartrockedlikeaboatonthesurgeofitslonglongmemories。"It’sbecauseIlovehimintoomanyways，"shethought；andslowlysheturnedtothedoor。
　　ShewasawarethatDarrowwasstillsilentlywatchingher，butheneitherstirrednorspoketillshehadreachedthethreshold。Thenhemetherthereandcaughtherinhisarms。
　　"Notto—night——don’ttellmeto—night！"hewhispered；andsheleanedawayfromhim，closinghereyesforaninstant，andthenslowlyopeningthemtothefloodoflightinhis。
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　　AnnaandDarrow，thenextday，sataloneinacompartmentoftheParistrain。
　　Anna，whentheyenteredit，hadputherselfinthefarthestcornerandplacedherbagontheadjoiningseat。ShehaddecidedsuddenlytoaccompanyDarrowtoParis，hadevenpersuadedhimtowaitforalatertraininorderthattheymighttraveltogether。Shehadanintenselongingtobewithhim，analmostmorbidterroroflosingsightofhimforamoment：whenhejumpedoutofthetrainandranbackalongtheplatformtobuyanewspaperforhershefeltasthoughsheshouldneverseehimagain，andshiveredwiththecoldmiseryofherlastjourneytoParis，whenshehadthoughtherselfpartedfromhimforever。Yetshewantedtokeephimatadistance，ontheothersideofthecompartment，andasthetrainmovedoutofthestationshedrewfromherbagthelettersshehadthrustinitassheleftthehouse，andbegantoglanceoverthemsothatherloweredlidsshouldhidehereyesfromhim。
　　Shewashisnow，hisforlife：therecouldneveragainbeanyquestionofsacrificingherselftoEffie’swelfare，ortoanyotherabstractconceptionofduty。Effieofcoursewouldnotsuffer；Annawouldpayforherblissasawifebyredoubleddevotionasamother。Herscrupleswerenotovercome；butforthetimetheirvoicesweredrownedinthetumultuousrumourofherhappiness。
　　AssheopenedherlettersshewasconsciousthatDarrow’sgazewasfixedonher，andgraduallyitdrewhereyesupward，andshedrankdeepofthepassionatetendernessinhis。Thenthebloodrosetoherfaceandshefeltagainthedesiretoshieldherself。SheturnedbacktoherlettersandherglancelitonanenvelopeinscribedinOwen’shand。
　　Herheartbegantobeatoppressively：shewasinamoodwhenthesimplestthingsseemedominous。WhatcouldOwenhavetosaytoher？Onlythefirstpagewascovered，anditcontainedsimplytheannouncementthat，inthecompanyofayoungcompatriotwhowasstudyingattheBeauxArts，hehadplannedtoleaveforSpainthefollowingevening。
　　"Hehasn’tseenher，then！"wasAnna’sinstantthought；andherfeelingwasastrangecompoundofhumiliationandrelief。Thegirlhadkeptherword，liveduptothelineofconductshehadsetherself；andAnnahadfailedinthesameattempt。Shedidnotreproachherselfwithherfailure；butshewouldhavebeenhappieriftherehadbeenlessdiscrepancybetweenherwordstoSophyVinerandtheactwhichhadfollowedthem。Itirritatedherobscurelythatthegirlshouldhavebeensomuchsurerofherpowertocarryoutherpurpose……
　　AnnalookedupandsawthatDarrow’seyeswereonthenewspaper。Heseemedcalmandsecure，almostindifferenttoherpresence。"Willitbecomeamatterofcoursetohimsosoon？"shewonderedwithatwingeofjealousy。Shesatmotionless，hereyesfixedonhim，tryingtomakehimfeeltheattractionofhergazeasshefelthis。Itsurprisedandshamedhertodetectanewelementinherloveforhim：
　　asortofsuspicioustyrannicaltendernessthatseemedtodepriveitofallserenity。Finallyhelookedup，hissmileenvelopedher，andshefeltherselfhisineveryfibre，hissocompletelyandinseparablythatshesawthevanityofimagininganyotherfateforherself。
　　TogiveherselfacountenancesheheldoutOwen’sletter。
　　Hetookitandglanceddownthepage，hisfacegrowngrave。
　　Shewaitednervouslytillhelookedup。
　　"That’sagoodplan；thebestthingthatcouldhappen，"hesaid，ajustperceptibleshadeofconstraintinhistone。
　　"Oh，yes，"shehastilyassented。Shewasawareofafaintcurrentofreliefsilentlycirculatingbetweenthem。TheywerebothgladthatOwenwasgoing，thatforawhilehewouldbeoutoftheirway；anditseemedtoherhorriblethatsomuchofthestuffoftheirhappinessshouldbemadeofsuchunavowedfeelings……
　　"Ishallseehimthisevening，"shesaid，wishingDarrowtofeelthatshewasnotafraidofmeetingherstep—son。
　　"Yes，ofcourse；perhapshemightdinewithyou。"
　　Thewordsstruckherasstrangelyobtuse。DarrowwastomeethisAmbassadoratthestationonthelatter’sarrival，andwouldinallprobabilityhavetospendtheeveningwithhim，andAnnaknewhehadbeenconcernedatthethoughtofhavingtoleaveheralone。ButhowcouldhespeakinthatcarelesstoneofherdiningwithOwen？Sheloweredhervoicetosay："I’mafraidhe’sdesperatelyunhappy。"
　　Heanswered，withatingeofimpatience："It’smuchthebestthingthatheshouldtravel。"
　　"Yes——butdon’tyoufeel……"Shebrokeoff。Sheknewhowhedislikedtheseidlereturnsontheirrevocable，andherfearofdoingorsayingwhathedislikedwastingedbyanewinstinctofsubserviencyagainstwhichherpriderevolted。
　　Shethoughttoherself："Hewillseethechange，andgrowindifferenttomeashedidtoHER……"andforamomentitseemedtoherthatshewasrelivingtheexperienceofSophyViner。
　　Darrowmadenoattempttolearntheendofherunfinishedsentence。HehandedbackOwen’sletterandreturnedtohisnewspaper；andwhenhelookedupfromitafewminuteslateritwaswithaclearbrowandasmilethatirresistiblydrewherbacktohappierthoughts。
　　Thetrainwasjustenteringastation，andamomentlatertheircompartmentwasinvadedbyacommonplacecouplepreoccupiedwiththebestowalofbulgingpackages。Anna，attheirapproach，feltthepossessiveprideofthewomaninlovewhenstrangersarebetweenherselfandthemansheloves。SheaskedDarrowtoopenthewindow，toplaceherbaginthenet，torollherrugintoacushionforherfeet；
　　andwhilehewasthusbusiedwithhershewasconsciousofanewdevotioninhistone，inhiswayofbendingoverherandmeetinghereyes。Hewentbacktohisseat，andtheylookedateachotherlikeloverssmilingatahappysecret。
　　Anna，beforegoingbacktoGivre，hadsuggestedOwen’smovingintoherapartment，buthehadpreferredtoremainatthehoteltowhichhehadsenthisluggage，andonarrivinginParisshedecidedtodrivethereatonce。Shewasimpatienttohavethemeetingover，andgladthatDarrowwasobligedtoleaveheratthestationinordertolookupacolleagueattheEmbassy。ShedreadedhisseeingOwenagain，andyetdarednottellhimso，andtoensurehisremainingawayshementionedanurgentengagementwithherdress—makerandalonglistofcommissionstobeexecutedforMadamedeChantelle。
　　"Ishallseeyouto—morrowmorning，"shesaid；butherepliedwithasmilethathewouldcertainlyfindtimetocometoherforamomentonhiswaybackfrommeetingtheAmbassador；andwhenhehadputherinacabheleanedthroughthewindowtopresshislipstohers。
　　Sheblushedlikeagirl，thinking，halfvexed，halfhappy：
　　"Yesterdayhewouldnothavedoneit……"andadozenscarcelydefinabledifferencesinhislookandmannerseemedallatoncetobesummedupintheboyishact。"Afterall，I’mengagedtohim，"shereflected，andthensmiledattheabsurdityoftheword。Thenextinstant，withapangofself—reproach，sherememberedSophyViner’scry："Iknewallthewhilehedidn’tcare……""Poorthing，ohpoorthing！"
　　Annamurmured……
　　AtOwen’shotelshewaitedinatremorwhiletheporterwentinsearchofhim。Wordwaspresentlybroughtbackthathewasinhisroomandbeggedhertocomeup，andasshecrossedthehallshecaughtsightofhisportmanteauxlyingonthefloor，alreadylabelledfordeparture。
　　Owensatatatablewriting，hisbacktothedoor；andwhenhestoodupthewindowwasbehindhim，sothat，intherainyafternoonlight，hisfeatureswerebarelydiscernible。
　　"Dearest——soyou’rereallyoff？"shesaid，hesitatingamomentonthethreshold。
　　Hepushedachairforward，andtheysatdown，eachwaitingfortheothertospeak。Finallysheputsomerandomquestionabouthistravelling—companion，aslowshymeditativeyouthwhomhehadonceortwicebroughtdowntoGivre。Shereflectedthatitwasnaturalheshouldhavegiventhisuncommunicativecomradethepreferenceoverhislivelieracquaintances，andaloudshesaid："I’msogladFredRempsoncangowithyou。"
　　Owenansweredinthesametone，andforafewminutestheirtalkdraggeditselfonoveradrywasteofcommon—places。
　　Annanoticedthat，thoughreadyenoughtoimparthisownplans，Owenstudiouslyabstainedfromputtinganyquestionsabouthers。Itwasevidentfromhisallusionsthathemeanttobeawayforsometime，andhepresentlyaskedherifshewouldgiveinstructionsaboutpackingandsendingafterhimsomewinterclotheshehadleftatGivre。Thisgavehertheopportunitytosaythatsheexpectedtogobackwithinadayortwoandwouldattendtothematterassoonasshereturned。Sheadded："IcameupthismorningwithGeorge，whoisgoingontoLondonto—morrow，"intending，bytheuseofDarrow’sChristianname，togiveOwenthechancetospeakofhermarriage。Buthemadenocomment，andshecontinuedtohearthenamesoundingonunfamiliarlybetweenthem。
　　Theroomwasalmostdark，andshefinallystoodupandglancedaboutforthelight—switch，saying："Ican’tseeyou，dear。"
　　"Oh，don’t——Ihatethelight！"Owenexclaimed，catchingherbythewristandpushingherbackintoherseat。Hegaveanervouslaughandadded："I’mhalf—blindwithneuralgia。I
　　supposeit’sthisbeastlyrain。"
　　"Yes；itwilldoyougoodtogetdowntoSpain。"
　　Sheaskedifhehadtheremediesthedoctorhadgivenhimforapreviousattack，andonhisreplyingthathedidn’tknowwhathe’ddonewiththestuff，shesprangup，offeringtogotothechemist’s。Itwasarelieftohavesomethingtodoforhim，andsheknewfromhis"Oh，thanks——wouldyou？"thatitwasarelieftohimtohaveapretextfornotdetainingher。Hisnaturalimpulsewouldhavebeentodeclarethathedidn’twantanydrugs，andwouldbeallrightinnotime；andhisacquiescenceshowedherhowprofoundlyhefelttheuselessnessoftheirtryingtoprolongtheirtalk。Hisfacewasnownomorethanawhiteblurinthedusk，butshefeltitsindistinctnessasaveildrawnoverachingintensitiesofexpression。"Heknows……heknows……"shesaidtoherself，andwonderedwhetherthetruthhadbeenrevealedtohimbysomecorroborativefactorbythesheerforceofdivination。
　　Hehadrisenalso，andwasclearlywaitingforhertogo，andsheturnedtothedoor，saying："I’llbebackinamoment。"
　　"Oh，don’tcomeupagain，please！"Hepaused，embarrassed。
　　"Imean——Imaynotbehere。I’vegottogoandpickupRempson，andseeaboutsomefinalthingswithhim。"
　　Shestoppedonthethresholdwithasinkingheart。Hemeantthistobetheirleave—taking，then——andhehadnotevenaskedherwhenshewastobemarried，orspokenofseeingheragainbeforeshesetoutfortheothersideoftheworld。
　　"Owen！"shecried，andturnedback。
　　Hestoodmutelybeforeherinthedimness。
　　"Youhaven’ttoldmehowlongyou’retobegone。"
　　"Howlong？Oh，yousee……that’srathervague……Ihatedefinitedates，youknow……"
　　Hepausedandshesawhedidnotmeantohelpherout。Shetriedtosay："You’llbehereformywedding？"butcouldnotbringthewordstoherlips。Insteadshemurmured："InsixweeksIshallbegoingtoo……"andherejoined，asifhehadexpectedtheannouncementandpreparedhisanswer："Oh，bythattime，verylikely……"
　　"Atanyrate，Iwon’tsaygood—bye，"shestammered，feelingthetearsbeneathherveil。
　　"No，no；rathernot！"hedeclared；buthemadenomovement，andshewentupandthrewherarmsabouthim。"You’llwriteme，won’tyou？"
　　"Ofcourse，ofcourse————"
　　Herhandsslippeddownintohis，andforaminutetheyheldeachotherdumblyinthedarkness；thenhegaveavaguelaughandsaid："It’sreallytimetolightup。"Hepressedtheelectricbuttonwithonehandwhilewiththeotherheopenedthedoor；andshepassedoutwithoutdaringtoturnback，lestthelightonhisfaceshouldshowherwhatshefearedtosee。