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There
had
been
no
other
men
in
her
life
.
She
did
not
know
whether
this
had
made
her
unhappy
.
She
had
had
no
time
to
know
.
She
found
the
clean
,
brilliant
sense
of
life
as
she
wanted
it
—
in
her
work
.
Once
,
Francisco
had
given
her
the
same
sense
,
a
feeling
that
belonged
with
her
work
and
in
her
world
.
The
men
she
had
met
since
were
like
the
men
she
met
at
her
first
ball
.
She
had
won
the
battle
against
her
memories
.
But
one
form
of
torture
remained
,
untouched
by
the
years
,
the
torture
of
the
word
"
why
?
"
Whatever
the
tragedy
he
met
,
why
had
Francisco
taken
the
ugliest
way
of
escape
,
as
ignoble
as
the
way
of
some
cheap
alcoholic
?
The
boy
she
had
known
could
not
have
become
a
useless
coward
.
An
incomparable
mind
could
not
turn
its
ingenuity
to
the
invention
of
melting
ballrooms
.
Yet
he
had
and
did
,
and
there
was
no
explanation
to
make
it
conceivable
and
to
let
her
forget
him
in
peace
.
She
could
not
doubt
the
fact
of
what
he
had
been
;
she
could
not
doubt
the
fact
of
what
he
had
become
;
yet
one
made
the
other
impossible
.
At
times
,
she
almost
doubted
her
own
rationality
or
the
existence
of
any
rationality
anywhere
;
but
this
was
a
doubt
which
she
did
not
permit
to
anyone
.
Yet
there
was
no
explanation
,
no
reason
,
no
clue
to
any
conceivable
reason
-
and
in
all
the
days
of
ten
years
she
had
found
no
hint
of
an
answer
.
No
,
she
thought
—
as
she
walked
through
the
gray
twilight
,
past
the
windows
of
abandoned
shops
,
to
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
Hotel
—
no
,
there
could
be
no
answer
.
She
would
not
seek
it
.
It
did
not
matter
now
.
The
remnant
of
violence
,
the
emotion
rising
as
a
thin
trembling
within
her
,
was
not
for
the
man
she
was
going
to
see
;
it
was
a
cry
of
protest
against
a
sacrilege
—
against
the
destruction
of
what
had
been
greatness
.
In
a
break
between
buildings
,
she
saw
the
towers
of
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
.
She
felt
a
slight
jolt
,
in
her
lungs
and
legs
,
that
stopped
her
for
an
instant
.
Then
she
walked
on
evenly
.
By
the
time
she
walked
through
the
marble
lobby
,
to
the
elevator
,
then
down
the
wide
,
velvet
-
carpeted
,
soundless
corridors
of
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
,
she
felt
nothing
but
a
cold
anger
that
grew
colder
with
every
step
.
She
was
certain
of
the
anger
when
she
knocked
at
his
door
.
She
heard
his
voice
,
answering
,
"
Come
in
.
"
She
jerked
the
door
open
and
entered
.
Francisco
Domingo
Carlos
Andres
Sebastián
d
‘
Anconia
sat
on
the
floor
,
playing
marbles
.
