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Chapter 43

           Asmalllizardscutteredalongthebottomofthewallinfront,andsheleanedouttolookatit."Imaynot…Ican’tpromise."Shesaiditcasually;likeaheroineinChekhov,unpredictable,shifting,alwayspreytosomethingbeyondthewordsandmoodsoftheapparentsituation.Therewerefootstepsonthegravel,roundthecornerofthehouse;andthenshelookedatme,onceagaincompletelyoutofrole,apractical,alert,veryun-Chekhovianinsistenceinherlowvoice."Youmustn’tsayaword.""Ofcourse.""Ithinkhe’lltakeyouawaynow.I’msupposedtodisappear."Shesaidveryquickly,inawhisper,"Isowantedyoutocomeback."Thenshewassmilingintodistance,pastmyshoulder.Iturned.Conchishadcomesilentlyroundthecorner.Inhishandsheheldpoisedafour-footaxe.WithaformalbowtomeLilymovedquickly,almosttoopunctiliouslyoncue,acrossthetilesandintothehouse.Therewasastrangemomentofhiatus;ofanewmadness."Haveyouhadyourtea?""Yes."Heloweredtheaxe."Ihavefoundadeadpine.Willyouhelpmecutitdown?""Ofcourse.""Itwillmakegoodfirewood."Thedialogueborenorelationtowhateitherofuswasthinkingorwantedtosay.Hisfirstappearancehadbeenanothercoupdethéatre,intentionallyominous,asifhewasgoingtorunatuswiththeaxeraisedandsplitourheadsopen;andhestillstaredatmeasifsomethingaboutLily’squickexithadmadehimnewlysuspicious."Come."Hesilentlyofferedmetheaxetocarry.Wesetofftowardsthegate.

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