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Chapter 17

           Shelookedveryyoung,asifshewaswearingherfirsteveningdress;andinthisphotoshelookedlessheavyfeatured;ratherpiquant,atouchofmischief,almostasifsheratherenjoyedbeingqueenofacabinetofcuriosa.Adoorclosedupstairs,andIturnedaway.TheeyesoftheModiglianiseemedtoglareatmeseverely,soIsneakedoutunderthecolonnade,whereaminutelaterConchisjoinedme.Hehadchangedintoapairofpaletrousersandadarkcottoncoat.Hestoodsilhouettedinthesoftlightthatflowedoutoftheroomandsilentlytoastedme.Themountainswerejustvisible,duskyandblack,likewavesofcharcoal,theskybeyondstillnotquitedrainedofafterglow.ButoverheadIwasstandingonthestepsdowntothegravelthestarswereout.TheysparkledlessfierilythantheydoinEngland;tranquilly,asiftheywereimmersedinlimpidoil."Thankyouforthebedsidebooks.""Ifyouseeanythingmoreinterestingontheshelves,takeitup.Please."Therewasastrangecallfromthedarktreestotheeastofthehouse.Ihadhearditintheeveningsattheschool,andatfirstthoughtitmadebysomemoronicvillageboy.Itwasveryhighpitched,repeatedatregularintervals.Kew.Kew.Kew.Likeamelancholytransmigratedbusconductor."Thereismyfriend,"saidConchis.ForanabsurdandalarmingmomentIthoughthemustmeanthewomanoftheglove.IsawherflittingthroughtheislandtreesinherAscotgloves,foreversearchingforKew.Thecallcameagain,eeryandstupid,fromthenightbehindus.

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