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Chapter 37

           AssoonasIsawit,thehiveofsecretslyinginthelastsunshineovertheseethingpinetops,farbelow,Iwasprofoundlyrelieved,asifitmightnothavebeenstillthere;andIwasalittlemorecautiousandpractical,lessinclinedtowalkinwithoutbeinginvited.ThecloserIgot,themorenefariousIfelt,andthemorenefariousIbecame.IbegantorealizethatIdidn’twanttobeseen;Isimplywantedtoseethem;toknowtheywerethere,waitingforme.Iapproachedatduskfromtheeast,slippedunderthewire,andwalkeddowncautiouslypastthestatueofPoseidon,overthegulley,andthroughthetreestowhereIcouldseethehouse.Everywindowatthesidewasshutteredup.TherewasnosmokefromMaria’scottage.IworkedroundtowhereIcouldseethefrontofthehouse.TheFrenchwindowsunderthecolonnadewereshuttered.SoweretheonesthatledfromConchis’sbedroomontotheterrace.Itwasclearthatnoonewasthere.Iwalkedbackthroughthedarkness,feelingdepressed,andincreasinglyresentfulthatConchiscouldspirithisworldawaylikethat,deprivemeofit,likeacallousdrugwarddoctorwithsomehookedaddict.ThenextdayIwrotealettertoMitford,tellinghimthatI’dbeentoBourani,metConchis,andbegginghimtocomecleanonhisownexperiencethere.IsentittotheaddressinNorthumberland.IalsosawKarazoglouagain,andtriedtocoaxmoreinformationoutofhimaboutLeverrier.HewasobviouslyquitesurethatLevertierhadnevermetConchis.

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