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 malignly at her.] Now he does not believe that any longer, Ella.

Then what does he believe now?

He believes what is the truth. I asked him how he accounted for the fact that Aunt Ella never came here to visit us

[Interrupting.] He knew my reasons already!

He knows them better now. You had got him to believe that it was to spare me and—and him up there in the gallery

And so it was.

Erhart does not believe that for a moment, now.

What have you put in his head?

He thinks, what is the truth, that you are ashamed of us—that you despise us. And do you pretend that you don't? Were you not once planning to take him quite away from me? Think, Ella; you cannot have forgotten.