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Chapter 14
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’Anddoyouthinkyou’renottame?’
’Maybenotquite!’
Atlengthshesawinthedistanceayellowlight.
Shestoodstill.
’Thereisalight!’shesaid.
’Ialwaysleavealightinthehouse,’hesaid.
Shewentonagainathisside,butnottouchinghim,wonderingwhyshewasgoingwithhimatall.
Heunlocked,andtheywentin,heboltingthedoorbehindthem.Asifitwereaprison,shethought!Thekettlewassingingbytheredfire,therewerecupsonthetable.
Shesatinthewoodenarm-chairbythefire.Itwaswarmafterthechilloutside.
’I’lltakeoffmyshoes,theyarewet,’shesaid.
Shesatwithherstockingedfeetonthebrightsteelfender.Hewenttothepantry,bringingfood:breadandbutterandpressedtongue.Shewaswarm:shetookoffhercoat.Hehungitonthedoor.
’Shallyouhavecocoaorteaorcoffeetodrink?’heasked.
’Idon’tthinkIwantanything,’shesaid,lookingatthetable.’Butyoueat.’
’Nay,Idon’tcareaboutit.I’lljustfeedthedog.’
Hetrampedwithaquietinevitabilityoverthebrickfloor,puttingfoodforthedoginabrownbowl.Thespaniellookedupathimanxiously.
’Ay,thisisthysupper,thanednalookasifthawouldnagetit!’hesaid.
Hesetthebowlonthestairfootmat,andsathimselfonachairbythewall,totakeoffhisleggingsandboots.Thedoginsteadofeating,cametohimagain,andsatlookingupathim,troubled.
Heslowlyunbuckledhisleggings.Thedogedgedalittlenearer.
