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"HAWORTH'S."
across the flower-bright garden. She watched a couple of yellow butterflies eddying above a purple hyacinth for several seconds before she spoke, and then did so slowly and absently.
"I don't know the reason," she said. "It was a strange thing for me to do."
"It wasn't to save me aught," he returned. "That's plain enough."
"No," she answered, "it was not to save you. I am not given to pitying people, but I think that for the time I wanted to save her. It was a strange thing," she said, softly, "for me to do."
