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           "No,youcan’t,MissTaggart,"hesaid,andstartedoffacrossthefield.

           Shelaystill,herarmsabouthim,herheadonhisshoulder,andshethought:Forjustafewmoments—whilethislasts—itisallrighttosurrendercompletely—toforgeteverythingandjustpermityourselftofeel...Whenhadsheexperienceditbefore?—shewondered;therehadbeenamomentwhenthesehadbeenthewordsinhermind,butshecouldnotrememberitnow.Shehadknownit,once—thisfeelingofcertainty,ofthefinal,thereached,thenot-to-be-questioned.Butitwasnewtofeelprotected,andtofeelthatitwasrighttoaccepttheprotection,tosurrender—right,becausethispeculiarsenseofsafetywasnotprotectionagainstthefuture,butagainstthepast,nottheprotectionofbeingsparedfrombattle,butofhavingwonit,notaprotectiongrantedtoherweakness,buttoherstrength...Awarewithabnormalintensityofthepressureofhishandsagainstherbody,ofthegoldandcopperthreadsofhishair,theshadowsofhislashesontheskinofhisfaceafewinchesawayfromhers,shewondereddimly:Protected,fromwhat?...it’shewhowastheenemy...washe?...why?...Shedidnotknow,shecouldnotthinkofitnow.Ittookanefforttorememberthatshehadhadagoalandamotiveafewhoursago.Sheforcedherselftorecaptureit.

           "DidyouknowthatIwasfollowingyou?"sheasked.

           "No."

           "Whereisyourplane?"

           "Atthelandingfield.