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           "Didyouknowwhatitwaslike,towaitbehindthatcloseddoor?"

           Shecouldnotnamethenatureoftheglancewithwhichhelookedather.Itwasnotpity,becauseshedidnotseemtobeitsobject;itwasthekindofglancewithwhichonelooksatsuffering,butitwasnothersufferingthatheseemedtobeseeing.

           "Ohyes,"heansweredquietly,almostlightly.

           Thefirstshoptorisebythesideofthevalley’ssinglestreetwaslikethesuddensightofanopentheater:aframeboxwithoutfrontwall,itsstagesetinthebrightcolorsofamusicalcomedy—withredcubes,greencircles,goldtriangles,whichwerebinsoftomatoes,barrelsoflettuce,pyramidsoforanges,andaspangledbackdropwherethesunhitshelvesofmetalcontainers.Thenameonthemarqueesaid:HammondGroceryMarket.Adistinguishedmaninshirtsleeves,withasternprofileandgraytemples,wasweighingachunkofbutterforanattractiveyoungwomanwhostoodatthecounter,herposturelightasashowgirl’s,theskirtofhercottondressswellingfaintlyinthewind,likeadancecostume.Dagnysmiledinvoluntarily,eventhoughthemanwasLawrenceHammond.