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I
’
m
not
evading
it
—
she
thought
—
I
’
m
not
evading
it
,
it
’
s
just
that
I
can
see
no
way
to
any
answer
.
.
.
That
which
you
want
—
said
the
voice
,
while
she
stumbled
through
a
thickening
fog
—
is
yours
for
the
taking
,
but
anything
less
than
your
full
acceptance
,
anything
less
than
your
full
conviction
,
is
a
betrayal
of
everything
he
is
.
.
.
Then
let
him
damn
me
—
she
thought
,
as
if
the
voice
were
now
lost
in
the
fog
and
would
not
hear
her
—
let
him
damn
me
tomorrow
.
.
.
I
want
him
.
.
.
back
.
.
.
She
heard
no
answer
,
because
her
head
had
fallen
softly
against
the
chair
;
she
was
asleep
.
When
she
opened
her
eyes
,
she
saw
him
standing
three
feet
away
,
looking
down
at
her
,
as
if
he
had
been
watching
her
for
some
time
.
She
saw
his
face
and
,
with
the
clarity
of
undivided
perception
,
she
saw
the
meaning
of
the
expression
on
his
face
:
it
was
the
meaning
she
had
fought
for
hours
.
She
saw
it
without
astonishment
,
because
she
had
not
yet
regained
her
awareness
of
any
reason
why
it
should
astonish
her
.
"
This
is
the
way
you
look
,
"
he
said
softly
,
"
when
you
fall
asleep
in
your
office
,
"
and
she
knew
that
he
,
too
,
was
not
fully
aware
of
letting
her
hear
it
:
the
way
he
said
it
told
her
how
often
he
had
thought
of
it
and
for
what
reason
.
"
You
look
as
if
you
would
awaken
in
a
world
where
you
had
nothing
to
hide
or
to
fear
,
"
and
she
knew
that
the
first
movement
of
her
face
had
been
a
smile
,
she
knew
it
in
the
moment
when
it
vanished
,
when
she
grasped
that
they
were
both
awake
.
He
added
quietly
,
with
full
awareness
,
"
But
here
,
it
’
s
true
.
"
Her
first
emotion
of
the
realm
of
reality
was
a
sense
of
power
.
She
sat
up
with
a
flowing
,
leisurely
movement
of
confidence
,
feeling
the
flow
of
the
motion
from
muscle
to
muscle
through
her
body
.
She
asked
,
and
it
was
the
slowness
,
the
sound
of
casual
curiosity
,
the
tone
of
taking
the
implications
for
granted
,
that
gave
to
her
voice
the
faintest
sound
of
disdain
,
"
How
did
you
know
what
I
look
like
in
.
.
.
my
office
?
"
"
I
told
you
that
I
’
ve
watched
you
for
years
.
"
"
How
were
you
able
to
watch
me
that
thoroughly
?
From
where
?
"
"
I
will
not
answer
you
now
,
"
he
said
,
simply
,
without
defiance
.
