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She
wondered
what
it
was
that
she
liked
about
the
sound
of
Wyatt
’
s
laughter
.
Their
voices
,
even
her
own
,
had
a
tone
she
had
never
heard
before
.
When
they
rose
from
the
table
,
she
was
astonished
to
notice
that
the
candles
were
the
only
illumination
of
the
room
:
she
had
felt
as
if
she
were
sitting
in
a
violent
light
.
Ellis
Wyatt
picked
up
his
glass
,
looked
at
their
faces
and
said
,
"
To
the
world
as
it
seems
to
be
right
now
!
"
He
emptied
the
glass
with
a
single
movement
.
She
heard
the
crash
of
the
glass
against
the
wall
in
the
same
instant
that
she
saw
a
circling
current
—
from
the
curve
of
his
body
to
the
sweep
of
his
arm
to
the
terrible
violence
of
his
hand
that
flung
the
glass
across
the
room
.
It
was
not
the
conventional
gesture
meant
as
celebration
,
it
was
the
gesture
of
a
rebellious
anger
,
the
vicious
gesture
which
is
movement
substituted
for
a
scream
of
pain
.
"
Ellis
,
"
she
whispered
,
"
what
’
s
the
matter
?
"
He
turned
to
look
at
her
.
With
the
same
violent
suddenness
,
his
eyes
were
clear
,
his
face
was
calm
;
what
frightened
her
was
seeing
him
smile
gently
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
he
said
.
"
Never
mind
.
We
’
ll
try
to
think
that
it
will
last
.
"
The
earth
below
was
streaked
with
moonlight
,
when
Wyatt
led
them
up
an
outside
stairway
to
the
second
floor
of
the
house
,
to
the
open
gallery
at
the
doors
of
the
guest
rooms
.
He
wished
them
good
night
and
they
heard
his
steps
descending
the
stairs
.
The
moonlight
seemed
to
drain
sound
as
it
drained
color
.
The
steps
rolled
into
a
distant
past
,
and
when
they
died
,
the
silence
had
the
quality
of
a
solitude
that
had
lasted
for
a
long
time
,
as
if
no
person
were
left
anywhere
in
reach
.
She
did
not
turn
to
the
door
of
her
room
.
He
did
not
move
.
At
the
level
of
their
feet
,
there
was
nothing
but
a
thin
railing
and
a
spread
of
space
.
Angular
tiers
descended
below
,
with
shadows
repeating
the
steel
tracery
of
derricks
,
criss
-
crossing
sharp
,
black
lines
on
patches
of
glowing
rock
.
A
few
lights
,
white
and
red
,
trembled
in
the
clear
air
,
like
drops
of
rain
caught
on
the
edges
of
steel
girders
.
Far
in
the
distance
,
three
small
drops
were
green
,
strung
in
a
line
along
the
Taggart
track
.
