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The
look
in
his
mother
’
s
eyes
was
half
-
plea
,
as
if
she
were
begging
him
not
to
slap
her
face
,
half
-
triumph
,
as
if
she
had
slapped
his
.
He
knew
her
motive
:
it
was
not
compassion
,
there
had
never
been
much
love
between
Lillian
and
her
,
it
was
their
common
revenge
against
him
,
it
was
the
secret
satisfaction
of
spending
his
money
on
the
ex
-
wife
he
had
refused
to
support
.
Lillian
’
s
head
was
poised
to
bow
in
greeting
,
with
the
tentative
hint
of
a
smile
on
her
lips
,
half
-
timid
,
half
-
brash
.
He
did
not
pretend
to
ignore
her
;
he
looked
at
her
,
as
if
he
were
seeing
her
fully
,
yet
as
if
no
presence
were
being
registered
in
his
mind
.
He
said
nothing
,
closed
the
door
and
stepped
into
the
room
.
His
mother
gave
a
small
sigh
of
uneasy
relief
and
dropped
hastily
into
the
nearest
chair
,
watching
him
,
nervously
uncertain
of
whether
he
would
follow
her
example
.
"
What
was
it
you
wanted
?
"
he
asked
,
sitting
down
.
His
mother
sat
erect
and
oddly
hunched
,
her
shoulders
raised
,
her
head
half
-
lowered
.
"
Mercy
,
Henry
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
"
Don
’
t
you
understand
me
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Well
"
—
she
spread
her
hands
in
an
untidily
fluttering
gesture
of
helplessness
—
"
well
.
.
.
"
Her
eyes
darted
about
,
struggling
to
escape
his
attentive
glance
.
"
Well
,
there
are
so
many
things
to
say
and
.
.
.
and
I
don
’
t
know
how
to
say
them
,
but
.
.
.
well
,
there
’
s
one
practical
matter
,
but
it
’
s
not
important
by
itself
.
.
.
it
’
s
not
why
I
called
you
here
.
.
.
"
"
What
is
it
?
"
