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Chapter 12

           Theyhadreachedthegapbetweenthetwoclumpsofred-hotpokers,andtherewastheLighthouseagain,butshewouldnotletherselflookatit.Hadsheknownthathewaslookingather,shethought,shewouldnothaveletherselfsitthere,thinking.Shedislikedanythingthatremindedherthatshehadbeenseensittingthinking.Soshelookedoverhershoulder,atthetown.Thelightswereripplingandrunningasiftheyweredropsofsilverwaterheldfirminawind.Andallthepoverty,allthesufferinghadturnedtothat,Mrs.Ramsaythought.Thelightsofthetownandoftheharbourandoftheboatsseemedlikeaphantomnetfloatingtheretomarksomethingwhichhadsunk.Well,ifhecouldnotshareherthoughts,Mr.Ramsaysaidtohimself,hewouldbeoff,then,onhisown.Hewantedtogoonthinking,tellinghimselfthestoryhowHumewasstuckinabog;hewantedtolaugh.ButfirstitwasnonsensetobeanxiousaboutAndrew.WhenhewasAndrew’sageheusedtowalkaboutthecountryalldaylong,withnothingbutabiscuitinhispocketandnobodybotheredabouthim,orthoughtthathehadfallenoveracliff.Hesaidaloudhethoughthewouldbeoffforaday’swalkiftheweatherheld.HehadhadaboutenoughofBankesandofCarmichael.Hewouldlikealittlesolitude.Yes,shesaid.Itannoyedhimthatshedidnotprotest.Sheknewthathewouldneverdoit.Hewastoooldnowtowalkalldaylongwithabiscuitinhispocket.Sheworriedabouttheboys,butnotabouthim.

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