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"
Let
me
help
you
.
"
"
This
is
the
place
where
one
doesn
’
t
ask
for
help
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
He
smiled
.
"
That
’
s
right
.
"
She
had
never
experienced
the
pleasure
of
motion
,
of
walking
as
if
her
feet
had
no
weight
to
carry
,
as
if
the
support
of
the
cane
in
her
hand
were
merely
a
superfluous
touch
of
elegance
,
the
pleasure
of
feeling
her
steps
trace
swift
,
straight
lines
,
of
sensing
the
faultless
,
spontaneous
precision
of
her
gestures
—
as
she
experienced
it
while
placing
their
food
on
the
table
in
front
of
the
two
men
.
Her
bearing
told
them
that
she
knew
they
were
watching
her
—
she
held
her
head
like
an
actress
on
a
stage
,
like
a
woman
in
a
ballroom
,
like
the
winner
of
a
silent
contest
.
"
Francisco
will
be
glad
to
know
that
it
’
s
you
who
were
his
stand
-
in
today
,
"
said
Danneskjold
,
when
she
joined
them
at
the
table
.
"
His
what
?
"
"
You
see
,
today
is
June
first
,
and
the
three
of
us
—
John
,
Francisco
and
I
—
have
had
breakfast
together
on
every
June
first
for
twelve
years
.
"
"
Here
?
"
"
Not
when
we
started
.
But
here
,
ever
since
this
house
was
built
eight
years
ago
.
"
He
shrugged
,
smiling
.
"
For
a
man
who
has
more
centuries
of
tradition
behind
him
than
I
have
,
it
’
s
odd
that
Francisco
should
be
the
first
to
break
our
own
tradition
.
"
