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"
I
walked
.
"
Moments
passed
before
she
realized
that
she
had
not
asked
him
why
he
came
and
that
she
did
not
want
to
ask
it
.
He
wandered
through
the
room
,
looking
at
the
clusters
of
waybills
that
hung
on
the
walls
,
at
the
calendar
with
a
picture
of
the
Taggart
Comet
caught
in
a
proud
surge
of
motion
toward
the
onlooker
.
He
seemed
casually
at
home
,
as
if
he
felt
that
the
place
belonged
to
them
,
as
they
always
felt
wherever
they
went
together
.
But
he
did
not
seem
to
want
to
talk
.
He
asked
a
few
questions
about
her
job
,
then
kept
silent
.
As
the
light
grew
outside
,
movement
grew
down
on
the
line
and
the
telephone
started
ringing
in
the
silence
.
She
turned
to
her
work
.
He
sat
in
a
corner
,
one
leg
thrown
over
the
arm
of
his
chair
,
waiting
.
She
worked
swiftly
,
feeling
inordinately
clear
-
headed
.
She
found
pleasure
in
the
rapid
precision
of
her
hands
.
She
concentrated
on
the
sharp
,
bright
sound
of
the
phone
,
on
the
figures
of
train
numbers
,
car
numbers
,
order
numbers
.
She
was
conscious
of
nothing
else
.
But
when
a
thin
sheet
of
paper
fluttered
down
to
the
floor
and
she
bent
to
pick
it
up
,
she
was
suddenly
as
intently
conscious
of
that
particular
moment
,
of
herself
and
her
own
movement
.
She
noticed
her
gray
linen
skirt
,
the
rolled
sleeve
of
her
gray
blouse
and
her
naked
arm
reaching
down
for
the
paper
.
She
felt
her
heart
stop
causelessly
in
the
kind
of
gasp
one
feels
in
moments
of
anticipation
.
She
picked
up
the
paper
and
turned
back
to
her
desk
.
It
was
almost
full
daylight
.
A
train
went
past
the
station
,
without
stopping
.
In
the
purity
of
the
morning
light
,
the
long
line
of
car
roofs
melted
into
a
silver
string
,
and
the
train
seemed
suspended
above
the
ground
,
not
quite
touching
it
,
going
past
through
the
air
.
The
floor
of
the
station
trembled
,
and
glass
rattled
in
the
windows
.
She
watched
the
train
’
s
flight
with
a
smile
of
excitement
.
She
glanced
at
Francisco
:
he
was
looking
at
her
,
with
the
same
smile
.
When
the
day
operator
arrived
,
she
turned
the
station
over
to
him
,
and
they
walked
out
into
the
morning
air
.
The
sun
had
not
yet
risen
and
the
air
seemed
radiant
in
its
stead
.
She
felt
no
exhaustion
.
She
felt
as
if
she
were
just
getting
up
.
