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           “Oh,youdarling—tohavegivenitthatlookforme!”Hepaused,andthenwentoninalowervoice:“Don’tyoufeelweoweittothepooroldplacetodowhatwecantogiveitthatlook?You,too,Imean?Come,let’smakeitgrinfromwingtowing!I’vesuchamaddesiretosayoutrageousthingstoit—haven’tyou?Afterall,inoldtimestheremusthavebeenlivingpeoplehere!”

           Looseningherarmfromhisshecontinuedtogazeupatthehouse-front,whichseemed,intheplaintivedeclineoflight,tosendherbackthemuteappealofsomethingdoomed.

           “Itisbeautiful,”shesaid.

           “Abeautifulmemory!QuiteperfecttotakeoutandturnoverwhenI’mgrindingatthelawinNewYork,andyou’re——”Hebrokeoffandlookedatherwithaquestioningsmile.“Come!Tellme.YouandIdon’thavetosaythingstotalktoeachother.WhenyouturnsuddenlyabsentmindedandmysteriousIalwaysfeellikesaying:‘Comeback.Allisdiscovered’.”

           Shereturnedhissmile.“YouknowasmuchasIknow.Ipromiseyouthat.”

           Hewavered,asifforthefirsttimeuncertainhowfarhemightgo.“Idon’tknowDarrowasmuchasyouknowhim,”hepresentlyrisked.

           Shefrownedalittle.“Yousaidjustnowwedidn’tneedtosaythings”

           “WasIspeaking?Ithoughtitwasyoureyes——”Hecaughtherbybothelbowsandspunherhalfwayround,sothatthelatesunshedabetrayinggleamonherface

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