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"
Yes
.
I
knew
it
.
"
He
glanced
at
her
,
his
eyes
narrowed
;
he
did
not
laugh
as
she
had
,
but
the
glance
was
an
equivalent
.
She
remembered
suddenly
their
last
meeting
,
at
the
party
.
The
memory
seemed
incredible
.
Their
ease
with
each
other
—
the
strange
,
light
-
headed
feeling
,
which
included
the
knowledge
that
it
was
the
only
sense
of
ease
either
of
them
found
anywhere
—
made
the
thought
of
hostility
impossible
.
Yet
she
knew
that
the
party
had
taken
place
;
he
acted
as
if
it
had
not
.
They
walked
to
the
edge
of
the
canyon
.
Together
,
they
looked
at
the
dark
drop
,
at
the
rise
of
rock
beyond
it
,
at
the
sun
high
on
the
derricks
of
Wyatt
Oil
.
She
stood
,
her
feet
apart
on
the
frozen
stones
,
braced
firmly
against
the
wind
.
She
could
feel
,
without
touching
it
,
the
line
of
his
chest
behind
her
shoulder
.
The
wind
beat
her
coat
against
his
legs
.
"
Hank
,
do
you
think
we
can
build
it
in
time
?
There
are
only
six
months
left
.
"
"
Sure
.
It
will
take
less
time
and
labor
than
any
other
type
of
bridge
.
Let
me
have
my
engineers
work
out
the
basic
scheme
and
submit
it
to
you
.
No
obligation
on
your
part
.
Just
take
a
look
at
it
and
see
for
yourself
whether
you
’
ll
be
able
to
afford
it
.
You
will
.
Then
you
can
let
your
college
boys
work
out
the
details
.
"
"
What
about
the
Metal
?
"
"
I
’
ll
get
the
Metal
rolled
if
I
have
to
throw
every
other
order
out
of
the
mills
.
"
