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It
was
the
casual
simplicity
of
his
voice
,
the
manner
of
taking
her
presence
and
their
domestic
routine
for
granted
,
as
if
it
were
of
no
significance
to
them
,
that
gave
her
the
sense
of
an
underscored
significance
and
the
feeling
that
he
knew
it
.
She
answered
as
casually
,
"
If
you
’
ll
bring
me
the
cane
I
left
in
the
car
,
I
’
ll
have
breakfast
ready
for
you
by
the
time
you
come
back
.
"
He
glanced
at
her
with
a
slight
astonishment
;
his
eyes
moved
from
her
bandaged
ankle
to
the
short
sleeves
of
the
blouse
that
left
her
arms
bare
to
display
the
heavy
bandage
on
her
elbow
.
But
the
transparent
blouse
,
the
open
collar
,
the
hair
falling
down
to
the
shoulders
that
seemed
innocently
naked
under
a
thin
film
of
cloth
,
made
her
look
like
a
schoolgirl
,
not
an
invalid
,
and
her
posture
made
the
bandages
look
irrelevant
.
He
smiled
,
not
quite
at
her
,
but
as
if
in
amusement
at
some
sudden
memory
of
his
own
.
"
If
you
wish
,
"
he
said
.
It
was
strange
to
be
left
alone
in
his
house
.
Part
of
it
was
an
emotion
she
had
never
experienced
before
:
an
awed
respect
that
made
her
hesitantly
conscious
of
her
hands
,
as
if
to
touch
any
object
around
her
would
be
too
great
an
intimacy
.
The
other
part
was
a
reckless
sense
of
ease
,
a
sense
of
being
at
home
in
this
place
,
as
if
she
owned
its
owner
.
It
was
strange
to
feel
so
pure
a
joy
in
the
simple
task
of
preparing
a
breakfast
.
The
work
seemed
an
end
in
itself
,
as
if
the
motions
of
filling
a
coffee
pot
,
squeezing
oranges
,
slicing
bread
were
performed
for
their
own
sake
,
for
the
sort
of
pleasure
one
expects
,
but
seldom
finds
,
in
the
motions
of
dancing
.
It
startled
her
to
realize
that
she
had
not
experienced
this
kind
of
pleasure
in
her
work
since
her
days
at
the
operator
’
s
desk
in
Rockdale
Station
.
She
was
setting
the
table
,
when
she
saw
the
figure
of
a
man
hurrying
up
the
path
to
the
house
,
a
swift
,
agile
figure
that
leaped
over
boulders
with
the
casual
ease
of
a
flight
.
He
threw
the
door
open
,
calling
,
"
Hey
,
John
!
"
—
and
stopped
short
as
he
saw
her
.
He
wore
a
dark
blue
sweater
and
slacks
,
he
had
gold
hair
and
a
face
of
such
shocking
perfection
of
beauty
that
she
stood
still
,
staring
at
him
,
not
in
admiration
,
at
first
,
but
in
simple
disbelief
.
He
looked
at
her
as
if
he
had
not
expected
to
find
a
woman
in
this
house
.
Then
she
saw
a
look
of
recognition
melting
into
a
different
kind
of
astonishment
,
part
amusement
,
part
triumph
melting
into
a
chuckle
.
"
Oh
,
have
you
joined
us
?
"
he
asked
.
"
No
,
"
she
answered
dryly
,
"
I
haven
’
t
.
I
’
m
a
scab
.
"
