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"
I
can
do
it
.
"
It
did
not
seem
to
alter
the
nature
of
his
glance
;
it
merely
seemed
to
stress
its
satisfaction
,
as
if
this
were
what
he
had
wished
her
to
say
—
except
that
she
was
not
certain
whether
satisfaction
was
the
name
for
the
thing
she
saw
in
his
eyes
and
fully
certain
that
he
had
not
wished
her
to
say
anything
.
Beyond
the
window
,
at
the
edge
of
the
table
,
storm
clouds
had
wiped
out
the
last
remnants
of
light
in
the
eastern
sky
.
She
wondered
why
she
felt
a
sudden
reluctance
to
look
out
,
why
she
felt
as
if
she
wanted
to
cling
to
the
golden
patches
of
light
on
the
wood
of
the
table
,
on
the
buttered
crust
of
the
rolls
,
on
the
copper
coffee
pot
,
on
Galt
’
s
hair
—
to
cling
as
to
a
small
island
on
the
edge
of
a
void
.
Then
she
heard
her
own
voice
asking
suddenly
,
involuntarily
,
and
she
knew
that
this
was
the
treason
she
had
wanted
to
escape
,
"
Do
you
permit
any
communication
with
the
outside
world
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Not
any
?
Not
even
a
note
without
return
address
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Not
even
a
message
,
if
no
secret
of
yours
were
given
away
?
"
"
Not
from
here
.
Not
during
this
month
.
Not
to
outsiders
at
any
time
.
"
