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’
I
can
’
t
go
home
till
morning
,
’
she
said
.
’
No
!
Go
to
bed
.
It
’
s
a
quarter
to
one
.
’
’
I
certainly
won
’
t
,
’
she
said
.
He
went
across
and
picked
up
his
boots
.
’
Then
I
’
ll
go
out
!
’
he
said
.
He
began
to
put
on
his
boots
.
She
stared
at
him
.
’
Wait
!
’
she
faltered
.
’
Wait
!
What
’
s
come
between
us
?
’
He
was
bent
over
,
lacing
his
boot
,
and
did
not
reply
.
The
moments
passed
.
A
dimness
came
over
her
,
like
a
swoon
.
All
her
consciousness
died
,
and
she
stood
there
wide
-
eyed
,
looking
at
him
from
the
unknown
,
knowing
nothing
any
more
.
He
looked
up
,
because
of
the
silence
,
and
saw
her
wide
-
eyed
and
lost
.
And
as
if
a
wind
tossed
him
he
got
up
and
hobbled
over
to
her
,
one
shoe
off
and
one
shoe
on
,
and
took
her
in
his
arms
,
pressing
her
against
his
body
,
which
somehow
felt
hurt
right
through
.
And
there
he
held
her
,
and
there
she
remained
.
