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is part of it." Adrienne hesitated.
"Couldn't you--ask the others to release you ?" He shook his head.
"What right have I to ask them to trust an Englishwoman with their secret--just for my pleasure ?" "For your happiness," corrected Adrienne softly.
"Or for my happiness?
My happiness doesn't count with them one straw." "It does with me.

I don't see why she shouldn't be told.

Baroni knows, and Olga--you have to trust them." "Baroni will be silent for the sake of the dead, and Olga out of her love--or fear"-- with a bitter smile--"of me." "And wouldn't Diana, too, be silent for your sake ?" "My dear Adrienne"-- a little irritably--"Englishwomen are so frank--so indiscreetly trusting.