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She
noticed
that
she
was
avoiding
his
eyes
,
and
she
forced
herself
to
lift
her
head
and
face
him
.
His
glance
had
changed
;
it
was
watchful
,
unmoving
,
implacably
perceptive
.
He
asked
,
looking
at
her
as
if
he
knew
the
reason
of
her
query
,
"
Do
you
wish
to
ask
for
a
special
exception
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
answered
,
holding
his
glance
.
Next
morning
,
after
breakfast
,
when
she
sat
in
her
room
,
carefully
placing
a
patch
on
the
sleeve
of
Galt
’
s
shirt
,
with
her
door
closed
,
not
to
let
him
see
her
fumbling
effort
at
an
unfamiliar
task
,
she
heard
the
sound
of
a
car
stopping
in
front
of
the
house
.
She
heard
Galt
’
s
steps
hurrying
across
the
living
room
,
she
heard
him
jerk
the
entrance
door
open
and
call
out
with
the
joyous
anger
of
relief
:
"
It
’
s
about
time
!
"
She
rose
to
her
feet
,
but
stopped
:
she
heard
his
voice
,
its
tone
abruptly
changed
and
grave
,
as
if
in
answer
to
the
shock
of
some
sight
confronting
him
:
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
"
Hello
,
John
,
"
said
a
clear
,
quiet
voice
that
sounded
steady
,
but
weighted
with
exhaustion
.
She
sat
down
on
her
bed
,
feeling
suddenly
drained
of
strength
:
the
voice
was
Francisco
’
s
.
She
heard
Galt
asking
,
his
tone
severe
with
concern
,
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
I
’
ll
tell
you
afterwards
.
"
