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There
were
a
few
times
,
that
winter
,
when
she
felt
an
undefined
apprehension
:
the
professor
’
s
words
kept
returning
to
her
mind
,
as
a
warning
which
she
could
not
explain
.
She
dismissed
them
.
When
she
thought
of
Francisco
,
she
felt
the
steadying
assurance
that
she
would
have
another
month
as
an
advance
against
the
future
,
as
a
proof
that
the
world
she
saw
ahead
was
real
,
even
though
it
was
not
the
world
of
those
around
her
.
"
Hi
,
Slug
!
"
"
Hi
,
Frisco
!
"
Standing
on
the
hillside
,
in
the
first
moment
of
seeing
him
again
,
she
grasped
suddenly
the
nature
of
that
world
which
they
,
together
,
held
against
all
others
.
It
was
only
an
instant
’
s
pause
,
she
felt
her
cotton
skirt
beating
in
the
wind
against
her
knees
,
felt
the
sun
on
her
eyelids
,
and
the
upward
thrust
of
such
an
immense
relief
that
she
ground
her
feet
into
the
grass
under
her
sandals
,
because
she
thought
she
would
rise
,
weightless
,
through
the
wind
.
It
was
a
sudden
sense
of
freedom
and
safety
—
because
she
realized
that
she
knew
nothing
about
the
events
of
his
life
,
had
never
known
and
would
never
need
to
know
.
The
world
of
chance
—
of
families
,
meals
,
schools
,
people
,
of
aimless
people
dragging
the
load
of
some
unknown
guilt
—
was
not
theirs
,
could
not
change
him
,
could
not
matter
.
He
and
she
had
never
spoken
of
the
things
that
happened
to
them
,
but
only
of
what
they
thought
and
of
what
they
would
do
.
.
.
.
She
looked
at
him
silently
,
as
if
a
voice
within
her
were
saying
:
Not
the
things
that
are
,
but
the
things
we
’
ll
make
.
.
.
We
are
not
to
be
stopped
,
you
and
I
.
.
.
Forgive
me
the
fear
,
if
I
thought
I
could
lose
you
to
them
—
forgive
me
the
doubt
,
they
’
ll
never
reach
you
—
I
’
ll
never
be
afraid
for
you
again
.
.
.
.
He
,
too
,
stood
looking
at
her
for
a
moment
—
and
it
seemed
to
her
that
it
was
not
a
look
of
greeting
after
an
absence
,
but
the
look
of
someone
who
had
thought
of
her
every
day
of
that
year
.
She
could
not
be
certain
,
it
was
only
an
instant
,
so
brief
that
just
as
she
caught
it
,
he
was
turning
to
point
at
the
birch
tree
behind
him
and
saying
in
the
tone
of
their
childhood
game
:
"
I
wish
you
’
d
learn
to
run
faster
.
I
’
ll
always
have
to
wait
for
you
.
"
"
Will
you
wait
for
me
?
"
she
asked
gaily
.
He
answered
,
without
smiling
,
"
Always
.
"
