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No, Aunt Pauline, I _cannot_ go away until I have spoken, cried May pleadingly.
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Please to hear me. I wished to tell you the truth long ago, but I was bound by a promise; now we are both agreed that it is right to speak out, are we not? she said, looking across at Owen. It seemed to her that he was less eager to claim her, less proud of her affection, less ardently loving, than her imagination had pictured him. There was something in the quietude of his attitude which depressed and mortified her; it was like--almost like indifference. An insidious jealousy was discolouring everything which she looked on with her