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           Thehazel-brakewasmistedwithgreen,anddark-greendogs-mercuryunder.Itwasaclearcleanmorningwithbirdsflyingandtriumphantlysinging.Ifonlyshecouldstay!Ifonlythereweren’ttheotherghastlyworldofsmokeandiron!Ifonlyhewouldmakeheraworld.

           Shecamedownstairs,downthesteep,narrowwoodenstairs.Stillshewouldbecontentwiththislittlehouse,ifonlyitwereinaworldofitsown.

           Hewaswashedandfresh,andthefirewasburning.’Willyoueatanything?’hesaid.

           ’No!Onlylendmeacomb.’

           Shefollowedhimintothescullery,andcombedherhairbeforethehandbreadthofmirrorbythebackdoor.Thenshewasreadytogo.

           Shestoodinthelittlefrontgarden,lookingatthedewyflowers,thegreybedofpinksinbudalready.

           ’Iwouldliketohavealltherestoftheworlddisappear,’shesaid,’andlivewithyouhere.’

           ’Itwon’tdisappear,’hesaid.

           Theywentalmostinsilencethroughthelovelydewywood.Buttheyweretogetherinaworldoftheirown.

           ItwasbittertohertogoontoWragby.

           ’Iwantsoontocomeandlivewithyoualtogether,’shesaidasshelefthim.

           Hesmiled,unanswering.

           Shegothomequietlyandunremarked,andwentuptoherroom.