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"
I
.
.
.
Hello
,
Henry
.
.
.
I
just
came
to
meet
you
.
.
.
No
special
reason
.
.
.
I
just
wanted
to
meet
you
.
"
The
terror
was
gone
from
her
face
,
but
she
spoke
in
a
strange
,
flat
voice
.
"
I
wanted
to
see
you
,
it
was
an
impulse
,
a
sudden
impulse
and
I
couldn
’
t
resist
it
,
because
—
"
"
But
you
look
.
.
.
looked
ill
.
"
"
No
.
.
.
No
,
maybe
I
felt
faint
,
it
’
s
stuffy
here
.
.
.
I
couldn
’
t
resist
coming
,
because
it
made
me
think
of
the
days
when
you
would
have
been
glad
to
see
me
.
.
.
it
was
a
moment
’
s
illusion
to
recreate
for
myself
.
.
.
"
The
words
sounded
like
a
memorized
lesson
.
She
knew
that
she
had
to
speak
,
while
her
mind
was
fighting
to
grasp
the
full
meaning
of
her
discovery
.
The
words
were
part
of
the
plan
she
had
intended
to
use
,
if
she
had
met
him
after
he
had
found
the
roses
in
his
compartment
.
He
did
not
answer
,
he
stood
watching
her
,
frowning
.
"
I
missed
you
,
Henry
,
I
know
what
I
am
confessing
.
But
I
don
’
t
expect
it
to
mean
anything
to
you
any
longer
.
"
The
words
did
not
fit
the
tight
face
,
the
lips
that
moved
with
effort
,
the
eyes
that
kept
glancing
away
from
him
down
the
length
of
the
platform
.
"
I
wanted
.
.
.
I
merely
wanted
to
surprise
you
.
"
A
look
of
shrewdness
and
purpose
was
returning
to
her
face
.
He
took
her
arm
,
but
she
drew
back
,
a
little
too
sharply
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
going
to
say
a
word
to
me
,
Henry
?
"
"
What
do
you
wish
me
to
say
?
"
