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All this time I had completely forgotten Owen. Never once during the whole of that day had I given Owen a thought. His agony and his sin were alike forgotten by me; his very name had passed from my memory.
At the end of two hours David returned to my side, sat down quietly, and asked me to tell him what I knew.