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This
was
her
world
,
she
thought
,
this
was
the
way
men
were
meant
to
be
and
to
face
their
existence
—
and
all
the
rest
of
it
,
all
the
years
of
ugliness
and
struggle
were
only
someone
’
s
senseless
joke
.
She
smiled
at
him
,
as
at
a
fellow
conspirator
,
in
relief
,
in
deliverance
,
in
radiant
mockery
of
all
the
things
she
would
never
have
to
consider
important
again
.
He
smiled
in
answer
,
it
was
the
same
smile
as
her
own
,
as
if
he
felt
what
she
felt
and
knew
what
she
meant
.
"
We
never
had
to
take
any
of
it
seriously
,
did
we
?
"
she
whispered
.
"
No
,
we
never
had
to
.
"
And
then
,
her
consciousness
returning
fully
,
she
realized
that
this
man
was
a
total
stranger
.
She
tried
to
draw
away
from
him
,
but
it
was
only
a
faint
movement
of
her
head
on
the
grass
she
felt
under
her
hair
.
She
tried
to
rise
.
A
shot
of
pain
across
her
back
threw
her
down
again
.
"
Don
’
t
move
,
Miss
Taggart
.
You
’
re
hurt
.
"
"
You
know
me
?
"
Her
voice
was
impersonal
and
hard
.
"
I
’
ve
known
you
for
many
years
.
"
"
Have
I
known
you
?
"
