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"
Certainly
not
!
"
she
said
indignantly
.
"
I
will
pay
it
myself
.
"
The
two
men
glanced
at
each
other
,
in
amusement
,
as
at
the
boast
of
a
beggar
.
"
We
’
ll
discuss
that
later
,
"
said
Galt
.
Dr
.
Hendricks
left
,
and
she
tried
to
stand
up
,
limping
,
catching
at
the
furniture
for
support
.
Galt
lifted
her
in
his
arms
,
carried
her
to
the
kitchen
alcove
and
placed
her
on
a
chair
by
the
table
set
for
two
.
She
noticed
that
she
was
hungry
,
at
the
sight
of
the
coffee
pot
boiling
on
the
stove
,
the
two
glasses
of
orange
juice
,
the
heavy
white
pottery
dishes
sparkling
in
the
sun
on
the
polished
table
top
.
"
When
did
you
sleep
or
eat
last
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
.
.
I
had
dinner
on
the
train
,
with
—
"
She
shook
her
head
in
helplessly
bitter
amusement
:
with
the
tramp
,
she
thought
,
with
a
desperate
voice
pleading
for
escape
from
an
avenger
who
would
not
pursue
or
be
found
—
the
avenger
who
sat
facing
her
across
the
table
,
drinking
a
glass
of
orange
juice
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
.
.
it
seems
centuries
and
continents
away
.
"
"
How
did
you
happen
to
be
following
me
?
"
"
I
landed
at
the
Alton
airport
just
as
you
were
taking
off
.
The
man
there
told
me
that
Quentin
Daniels
had
gone
with
you
.
"
"
I
remember
your
plane
circling
to
land
.
But
that
was
the
one
and
only
time
when
I
didn
’
t
think
of
you
.
I
thought
you
were
coming
by
train
.
"
