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Chapter 17

           Theflameroseuntremblinginthestillair;nowandagainapersistentinsectwouldflyaround,in,aroundandaway.Ilitmycigarette,andsatlikeConchis,half-turnedtowardstheseaandthesouth.Hedidnotwanttotalk,andIwascontenttowait.Suddenlytherewerefootstepsbelowonthegravel.Theyweregoingawayfromthehousetowardsthesea.AtfirstItookthemforMaria’s,thoughitseemedstrangethatsheshouldbegoingdowntothebeachatthattime.ButasecondlaterIknewthattheycouldnot,orcouldnomoreplausiblythantheglove,behers.Theywerelight,rapid,quietsteps,asifthepersonwastryingtomakeaslittlenoiseaspossible.Theymightevenhavebelongedtoachild.Iwassittingawayfromtheparapet,andcouldseenothingbelow.IglancedatConchis.Hewasstaringoutintothedarknessasifthesoundwasperfectlynormal.Ishiftedunobtrusively,tocranealookovertheparapet.Butthestepshadpassedawayintosilence.Withalarmingspeedalargemothdashedatthecandle,repeatedlyandfrantically,asifattachedtoitbyelasticcord.Conchisleantforwardandsnuffedtheflame."Youdonotmindsittingindarkness?""Notatall."Itoccurredtomethatitmightafterallhavereallybeenachild,fromoneofthecottagesatthebaytotheeast;someonewhohadcometohelpMaria.IwasjustabouttoaskwhenConchisspoke."IshouldtellyouhowIcamehere.""Itmusthavebeenamarveloussitetofind.""Ofcourse.ButIamnottalkingofarchitecture.

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