Chapter 49

           Icameuptothegate,waitedafewmomentstolisten,heardnothing,andwentoffthetrackthroughthetreestowhereIcouldseethehouse.Itlayinsilence,blackagainstthelastlavenderlightfromthewest;therewasonelighton,inthemusicroom.Thescopsowlcalledfromsomewherenearby.AsIreturnedtothegateasmallblackshapeslippedoverheadanddippedtowardstheseabetweenthetrees.Conchis,perhaps;thewizardasowl.IcameoutontotheedgeofthebeachatMoutsa;thebeachdark,thewaterdim,theveryfaintestnightlap.Shestood,paleghost,fromthechapelwallassoonasIappearedthroughthetrees;apaleivoryskirtwithagreenhem,awhiteblouseunderalooselongVirginiaWoolf-likecardigangarmentofthesamealmost,inthatlight,blackdarkgreen.Sheheldupherwristwiththesleevepushedback.ButIhardlyglancedatthescarandwetookeachother’shands.Amoment,suddenlyshy.Thenshecameintomyarms,andwekissed;sheturnedherheadawayalmostatoncebutletmeholdherclose.Itwasstrange;physicalprivilegessosmallthatIhadtakenthemwithsomanyothergirlsforgrantedgrantedtothepointofnotevenrealizingtheyexistedseemedwithherthingsonewasluckytohave."Ithoughtyouweren’tcoming.""Ithoughtyouwouldn’tbehere.""Haveyoumissedme?"Ikissedthetopofherhead:amelonyperfumeinthehair."Wherehaveyoubeen?""OnMaurice’syacht.AtNauplia.""Ishehere?"Shenodded."AndtheNegro?""Somewhere.

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