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"
No
.
I
had
nothing
to
do
with
it
.
It
’
s
the
date
of
some
special
session
of
their
legislature
.
Why
?
"
"
It
’
s
the
date
of
our
first
wedding
anniversary
.
"
"
Oh
?
Oh
,
that
’
s
right
!
"
He
smiled
,
relieved
at
the
change
to
a
safe
subject
.
"
We
’
ll
have
been
married
a
year
.
My
,
it
doesn
’
t
seem
that
long
!
"
"
It
seems
much
longer
,
"
she
said
tonelessly
.
She
was
looking
off
again
,
and
he
felt
in
sudden
uneasiness
that
the
subject
was
not
safe
at
all
;
he
wished
she
would
not
look
as
if
she
were
seeing
the
whole
course
of
that
year
and
of
their
marriage
.
.
.
.
not
to
get
scared
,
but
to
learn
—
she
thought
—
the
thing
to
do
is
not
to
get
scared
,
but
to
learn
.
.
.
The
words
came
from
a
sentence
she
had
repeated
to
herself
so
often
that
it
felt
like
a
pillar
polished
smooth
by
the
helpless
weight
of
her
body
,
the
pillar
that
had
supported
her
through
the
past
year
.
She
tried
to
repeat
it
,
but
she
felt
as
if
her
hands
were
slipping
on
the
polish
,
as
if
the
sentence
would
not
stave
off
terror
any
longer
—
because
she
was
beginning
to
understand
.
If
you
don
’
t
know
,
the
thing
to
do
is
not
to
get
scared
,
but
to
learn
.
.
.
.
It
was
in
the
bewildered
loneliness
of
the
first
weeks
of
her
marriage
that
she
said
it
to
herself
for
the
first
time
.
She
could
not
understand
Jim
’
s
behavior
,
or
his
sullen
anger
,
which
looked
like
weakness
,
or
his
evasive
,
incomprehensible
answers
to
her
questions
,
which
sounded
like
cowardice
;
such
traits
were
not
possible
in
the
James
Taggart
whom
she
had
married
.
She
told
herself
that
she
could
not
condemn
without
understanding
,
that
she
knew
nothing
about
his
world
,
that
the
extent
of
her
ignorance
was
the
extent
to
which
she
misinterpreted
his
actions
.
She
took
the
blame
,
she
took
the
beating
of
self
reproach
—
against
some
bleakly
stubborn
certainty
which
told
her
that
something
was
wrong
and
that
the
thing
she
felt
was
fear
.
