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Betts
had
not
locked
up
.
He
fastened
up
the
house
at
ten
o
’
clock
,
and
unfastened
it
again
at
seven
in
the
morning
.
She
slipped
out
silently
and
unseen
.
There
was
a
half
-
moon
shining
,
enough
to
make
a
little
light
in
the
world
,
not
enough
to
show
her
up
in
her
dark
-
grey
coat
.
She
walked
quickly
across
the
park
,
not
really
in
the
thrill
of
the
assignation
,
but
with
a
certain
anger
and
rebellion
burning
in
her
heart
.
It
was
not
the
right
sort
of
heart
to
take
to
a
love
-
meeting
.
But
a
la
guerre
comme
a
la
guerre
!
When
she
got
near
the
park
-
gate
,
she
heard
the
click
of
the
latch
.
He
was
there
,
then
,
in
the
darkness
of
the
wood
,
and
had
seen
her
!
’
You
are
good
and
early
,
’
he
said
out
of
the
dark
.
’
Was
everything
all
right
?
’
’
Perfectly
easy
.
’
He
shut
the
gate
quietly
after
her
,
and
made
a
spot
of
light
on
the
dark
ground
,
showing
the
pallid
flowers
still
standing
there
open
in
the
night
.
They
went
on
apart
,
in
silence
.
’
Are
you
sure
you
didn
’
t
hurt
yourself
this
morning
with
that
chair
?
’
she
asked
.
’
No
,
no
!
’
’
When
you
had
that
pneumonia
,
what
did
it
do
to
you
?
’
’
Oh
nothing
!
it
left
my
heart
not
so
strong
and
the
lungs
not
so
elastic
.
But
it
always
does
that
.
’
’
And
you
ought
not
to
make
violent
physical
efforts
?
’
