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Chapter 46

           Asshecameoutofthehousetofetchwoodshesawtheladderleaningthere,butwasstilltoosleepytomakeanyrhymeorreasonofit.Shortlyaftersixthesunrose.Giganticandgoldenred,itliftedupoutoftheseabetweentheliesdeLerins.Notacloudwasinthesky.Aradiantspringdayhadbegun.Withhisroomfacingwest,Richisdidnotawakenuntilseven.Hehadslepttrulysplendidlyforthefirsttimeinmonths,andcontrarytohiscustomlaythereyetanotherquarterofanhour,stretchingandsighingwithenjoymentashelistenedtothepleasanthubbubrisingupfromthekitchenbelow.Whenhefinallydidgetupandopenthewindowwide,takinginthebeautifulweatheroutsideandbreathinginthefreshmorningairandlisteningtothesoundofthesurf,hisgoodmoodknewnobounds,andhepuckeredhislipsandwhistledabrightmelody.Whilehedressed,hewentonwhistling,andwaswhistlingstillashelefthisroomandonwingedfeetapproachedthedoortohisdaughter’sroomacrossthehall.Herapped.Andrappedagain,verysoftly,soasnottofrightenher.Therewasnoanswer.Hesmiled.Hecouldwellunderstandthatshewasstillsleeping.Carefullyheinsertedthekeyinthelockandturnedthebolt,softly,verysoftly,considerately,notwantingtowakeher,eageralmosttofindherstillsleeping,wantingtokissherawakeonceagain-oneiasttime,beforehemustgivehertoanotherman.Thedoorsprangopen,heentered,andthesunlightfellfullintohiseyes

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