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"
He
’
d
notice
it
,
if
—
"
He
stopped
.
"
—
if
you
bashed
him
over
the
head
with
a
club
?
I
’
m
not
too
sure
.
He
’
d
merely
blame
himself
for
not
having
moved
out
of
the
club
’
s
reach
.
Still
,
that
would
be
your
only
chance
.
"
She
shifted
her
body
,
sliding
lower
in
the
armchair
,
stomach
forward
,
as
if
relaxation
were
ugliness
,
as
if
she
were
granting
him
the
kind
of
intimacy
that
required
no
poise
and
no
respect
.
"
That
was
the
first
thing
I
noticed
about
him
,
"
she
said
,
"
when
I
met
him
for
the
first
time
:
that
he
was
not
afraid
.
He
looked
as
if
he
felt
certain
that
there
was
nothing
any
of
us
could
do
to
him
—
so
certain
that
he
didn
’
t
even
know
the
issue
or
the
nature
of
what
he
felt
.
"
"
How
long
since
you
saw
him
last
?
"
"
Three
months
.
I
haven
’
t
seen
him
since
.
.
.
since
the
Gift
Certificate
.
.
.
"
"
I
saw
him
at
an
industrial
meeting
two
weeks
ago
.
He
still
looks
that
way
—
only
more
so
.
Now
,
he
looks
as
if
he
knows
it
.
"
He
added
,
"
You
have
failed
,
Lillian
.
"
She
did
not
answer
.
She
pushed
her
hat
off
with
the
back
of
her
hand
;
it
rolled
down
to
the
carpet
,
its
feather
curling
like
a
question
mark
.
"
I
remember
the
first
time
I
saw
his
mills
,
"
she
said
.
"
His
mills
!
You
can
’
t
imagine
what
he
felt
about
them
.
You
wouldn
’
t
know
the
kind
of
intellectual
arrogance
it
takes
to
feel
as
if
anything
pertaining
to
him
,
anything
he
touched
,
were
made
sacred
by
the
touch
.
His
mills
,
his
Metal
,
his
money
,
his
bed
,
his
wife
!
"
She
glanced
up
at
him
,
a
small
flicker
piercing
the
lethargic
emptiness
of
her
eyes
.
