theanswer
myself
now。” She
did not
stir。 Her
voice was
quiet。“What？”
“Why your
father
never
killed
that
fellow—what's
his
name？Sartoris。”“Oh，”she
said。 Then
there was
silence
again。Across
the door
thefrefies
drifted
and
drifted。“You
would
have。
Wouldn't
you？”
“Yes，”he
said， at
once，
immediately。
Then he
knew that
she was
looking
toward his
voice
almost as
if she
could see
him。Her
voice was
almost
gentle
now， it
was so
quiet， so
still。
“You don't
