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Sincerely
yours
,
ESMA
P
.
S
.
I
am
taking
the
liberty
of
enclosing
my
wristwatch
which
you
may
keep
in
your
possession
for
the
duration
of
the
conflict
.
I
did
not
observe
whether
you
were
wearing
one
during
our
brief
association
,
but
this
one
is
extremely
water
-
proof
and
shockproof
as
well
as
having
many
other
virtues
among
which
one
can
tell
at
what
velocity
one
is
walking
if
one
wishes
I
am
quite
certain
that
you
will
use
it
to
greater
advantage
in
these
difficult
days
than
I
ever
can
and
that
you
will
accept
it
as
a
lucky
talisman
.
Charles
,
whom
I
am
teaching
to
read
and
write
and
whom
I
am
finding
an
extremely
intelligent
novice
,
wishes
to
add
a
few
words
.
Please
write
as
soon
as
you
have
the
time
and
inclination
.
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
HELLO
LOVE
AND
KISSES
CHALES
It
was
a
long
time
before
X
could
set
the
note
aside
,
let
alone
lift
Esme
’
s
father
’
s
wristwatch
out
of
the
box
.
When
he
did
finally
lift
it
out
,
he
saw
that
its
crystal
had
been
broken
in
transit
.
He
wondered
if
the
watch
was
otherwise
undamaged
,
but
he
hadn
’
t
the
courage
to
wind
it
and
find
out
.
He
just
sat
with
it
in
his
hand
for
another
long
period
.
Then
,
suddenly
,
almost
ecstatically
,
he
felt
sleepy
.
You
take
a
really
sleepy
man
,
Esme
,
and
he
always
stands
a
chance
of
again
becoming
a
man
with
all
his
fac
-
with
all
his
f
-
a
-
c
-
u
-
l
-
t
-
i
-
e
-
s
intact
.
When
the
phone
rang
,
the
gray
-
haired
man
asked
the
girl
,
with
quite
some
little
deference
,
if
she
would
rather
for
any
reason
he
didn
’
t
answer
it
.
The
girl
heard
him
as
if
from
a
distance
,
and
turned
her
face
toward
him
,
one
eye
—
on
the
side
of
the
light
—
closed
tight
,
her
open
eye
very
,
however
disingenuously
,
large
,
and
so
blue
as
to
appear
almost
violet
.
The
grayhaired
man
asked
her
to
hurry
up
,
and
she
raised
up
on
her
right
forearm
just
quickly
enough
so
that
the
movement
didn
’
t
quite
look
perfunctory
.
She
cleared
her
hair
back
from
her
forehead
with
her
left
hand
and
said
,
"
God
.
I
don
’
t
know
.
I
mean
what
do
you
think
?
"
The
gray
-
haired
man
said
he
didn
’
t
see
that
it
made
a
helluva
lot
of
difference
one
way
or
the
other
,
and
slipped
his
left
hand
under
the
girl
’
s
supporting
arm
,
above
the
elbow
,
working
his
fingers
up
,
making
room
for
them
between
the
warm
surfaces
of
her
upper
arm
and
chest
wall
.
He
reached
for
the
phone
with
his
right
hand
.
To
reach
it
without
groping
,
he
had
to
raise
himself
somewhat
higher
,
which
caused
the
back
of
his
head
to
graze
a
comer
of
the
lampshade
.
In
that
instant
,
the
light
was
particularly
,
if
rather
vividly
,
flattering
to
his
gray
,
mostly
white
,
hair
.
Though
in
disarrangement
at
that
moment
,
it
had
obviously
been
freshly
cut
-
or
,
rather
,
freshly
maintained
.
The
neckline
and
temples
had
been
trimmed
conventionally
close
,
but
the
sides
and
top
had
been
left
rather
more
than
just
longish
,
and
were
,
in
fact
,
a
trifle
"
distinguished
-
looking
.
"
"
Hello
?
"
he
said
resonantly
into
the
phone
.
The
girl
stayed
propped
up
on
her
forearm
and
watched
him
.
Her
eyes
,
more
just
open
than
alert
or
speculative
,
reflected
chiefly
their
own
size
and
color
.
