Manning,” she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?” “As you will,” he said. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park. She is your sister, and God knows I wish her none. “But what are you going to do?” asked Hetty. He temporized, and the girl raised her eyes once more to his. He had an objective now. “Why waste yourself, John?” 241 < 31 > THE CONCERT Martin Chen showed up early for the pre-concert warm-up at 5:00. She had no inkling of that insupportable wrong. You can trust me, Anna.
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