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He
turned
to
go
,
when
her
eyes
fell
suddenly
upon
the
inscriptions
she
had
noticed
,
and
forgotten
,
on
the
walls
of
the
room
.
They
were
cut
into
the
polish
of
the
wood
,
still
showing
the
force
of
the
pencil
’
s
pressure
in
the
hands
that
had
made
them
,
each
in
his
own
violent
writing
:
"
You
’
ll
get
over
it
—
Ellis
Wyatt
"
"
It
will
be
all
right
by
morning
—
Ken
Danagger
"
"
It
’
s
worth
it
—
Roger
Marsh
"
There
were
others
,
"
What
is
that
?
"
she
asked
.
He
smiled
.
"
This
is
the
room
where
they
spent
their
first
night
in
the
valley
.
The
first
night
is
the
hardest
.
It
’
s
the
last
pull
of
the
break
with
one
’
s
memories
,
and
the
worst
.
I
let
them
stay
here
,
so
they
can
call
for
me
,
if
they
want
me
.
I
speak
to
them
,
if
they
can
’
t
sleep
.
Most
of
them
can
’
t
.
But
they
’
re
free
of
it
by
morning
.
.
.
They
’
ve
all
gone
through
this
room
.
Now
they
call
it
the
torture
chamber
or
the
anteroom
—
because
everyone
has
to
enter
the
valley
through
my
house
.
"
He
turned
to
go
,
he
stopped
on
the
threshold
and
added
:
"
This
is
the
room
I
never
intended
you
to
occupy
.
Good
night
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
"
Good
morning
.
"
She
looked
at
him
across
the
living
room
from
the
threshold
of
her
door
.
In
the
windows
behind
him
,
the
mountains
had
that
tinge
of
silver
-
pink
which
seems
brighter
than
daylight
,
with
the
promise
of
a
light
to
come
.
The
sun
had
risen
somewhere
over
the
earth
,
but
it
had
not
reached
the
top
of
the
barrier
,
and
the
sky
was
glowing
in
its
stead
,
announcing
its
motion
.
She
had
heard
the
joyous
greeting
to
the
sunrise
,
which
was
not
the
song
of
birds
,
but
the
ringing
of
the
telephone
a
moment
ago
;
she
saw
the
start
of
day
,
not
in
the
shining
green
of
the
branches
outside
,
but
in
the
glitter
of
chromium
on
the
stove
,
the
sparkle
of
a
glass
ashtray
on
a
table
,
and
the
crisp
whiteness
of
his
shirt
sleeves
.
Irresistibly
,
she
heard
the
sound
of
a
smile
in
her
own
voice
,
matching
his
,
as
she
answered
:
"
Good
morning
.
"
He
was
gathering
notes
of
penciled
calculations
from
his
desk
and
stuffing
them
into
his
pocket
.
"
I
have
to
go
down
to
the
powerhouse
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
’
ve
just
phoned
me
that
they
’
re
having
trouble
with
the
ray
screen
.
Your
plane
seems
to
have
knocked
it
off
key
.
I
’
ll
be
back
in
half
an
hour
and
then
I
’
ll
cook
our
breakfast
.
"
