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Madame Olenska seemed to consider this question also. ``There again: one can't tell. She told me she had had a `spiritual summons,' whatever that is, from Dr. Carver. I'm afraid she's going to marry Dr. Carver . . . poor Medora, there's always some one she wants to marry. But perhaps the people in Cuba just got tired of her! I think she was with them as a sort of paid companion. Really, I don't know why she came.''
``But you do believe she has a letter from your husband?''
Again Madame Olenska brooded silently; then she said: ``After all, it was to be expected.''
The young man rose and went to lean against the fireplace. A sudden restlessness possessed him, and he was tongue-tied by the sense that their minutes were numbered, and that at any moment he might hear the wheels of the returning carriage.
``You know that your aunt believes you will go back?''
Madame Olenska raised her head quickly. A deep blush rose to her face and spread over her neck and
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