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Chapter 9

           Shethoughtofthembothtogether,heardthemstillsingingfaintlyasonglikerisingsmoke,likeahymn,veryremoteintimeandfaraway.Theirchildrenslept,theirgatewasshutforthenight.

           Shewentinsideanddressinginalightgownandespadrilleswentoutherwindowagainandalongthecontinuousterracetowardthefrontdoor,goingfastsinceshefoundthatotherprivaterooms,exudingsleep,gaveuponit.ShestoppedatthesightofafigureseatedonthewidewhitestairwayoftheformalentrancethenshesawthatitwasLuisCampionandthathewasweeping.

           Hewasweepinghardandquietlyandshakinginthesamepartsasaweepingwoman.Asceneinaroleshehadplayedlastyearsweptoverherirresistiblyandadvancingshetouchedhimontheshoulder.Hegavealittleyelpbeforeherecognizedher.

           "Whatisit?"Hereyeswerelevelandkindandnotslantedintohimwithhardcuriosity."CanIhelpyou?"

           "Nobodycanhelpme.Iknewit.Ihaveonlymyselftoblame.It’salwaysthesame."

           "Whatisitdoyouwanttotellme?"

           Helookedathertosee.

           "No,"hedecided."Whenyou’reolderyou’llknowwhatpeoplewholovesuffer.Theagony.It’sbettertobecoldandyoungthantolove.It’shappenedtomebeforebutneverlikethissoaccidentaljustwheneverythingwasgoingwell."

           Hisfacewasrepulsiveinthequickeninglight.Notbyaflickerofherpersonality,amovementofthesmallestmuscle,didshebetrayhersuddendisgustwithwhateveritwas.

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