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"
Not
at
all
!
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
I
think
a
lot
of
the
wave
is
coming
back
already
.
"
She
quickly
touched
her
hair
again
.
"
Do
you
think
you
’
ll
be
coming
here
again
in
the
immediate
future
?
"
she
asked
.
"
We
come
here
every
Saturday
,
after
choir
practice
.
"
I
answered
that
I
’
d
like
nothing
better
but
that
,
unfortunately
,
I
was
pretty
sure
I
wouldn
’
t
be
able
to
make
it
again
.
"
In
other
words
,
you
can
’
t
discuss
troop
movements
,
"
said
Esme
.
She
made
no
move
to
leave
the
vicinity
of
the
table
.
In
fact
,
she
crossed
one
foot
over
the
other
and
,
looking
down
,
aligned
the
toes
of
her
shoes
.
It
was
a
pretty
little
execution
,
for
she
was
wearing
white
socks
and
her
ankles
and
feet
were
lovely
.
She
looked
up
at
me
abruptly
.
"
Would
you
like
me
to
write
to
you
?
"
she
asked
,
with
a
certain
amount
of
color
in
her
face
.
"
I
write
extremely
articulate
letters
for
a
person
my
—
"
"
I
’
d
love
it
.
"
I
took
out
pencil
and
paper
and
wrote
down
my
name
,
rank
,
serial
number
,
and
A
.
P
.
O
.
number
.
"
I
shall
write
to
you
first
,
"
she
said
,
accepting
it
,
"
so
that
you
don
’
t
feel
compromised
in
any
way
.
"
She
put
the
address
into
a
pocket
of
her
dress
.
"
Goodbye
,
"
she
said
,
and
walked
back
to
her
table
.
I
ordered
another
pot
of
tea
and
sat
watching
the
two
of
them
till
they
,
and
the
harassed
Miss
Megley
,
got
up
to
leave
.
Charles
led
the
way
out
,
limping
tragically
,
like
a
man
with
one
leg
several
,
inches
shorter
than
the
other
.
He
didn
’
t
look
over
at
me
.
Miss
Megley
went
next
,
then
Esme
,
who
waved
to
me
.
I
waved
back
,
half
getting
up
from
my
chair
.
It
was
a
strangely
emotional
moment
for
me
.
Less
than
a
minute
later
,
Esme
came
back
into
the
tearoom
,
dragging
Charles
behind
her
by
the
sleeve
of
his
reefer
.
"
Charles
would
like
to
kiss
you
goodbye
,
"
she
said
.
I
immediately
put
down
my
cup
,
and
said
that
was
very
nice
,
but
was
she
sure
?
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
a
trifle
grimly
.
She
let
go
Charles
’
sleeve
and
gave
him
a
rather
vigorous
push
in
my
direction
.
He
came
forward
,
his
face
livid
,
and
gave
me
a
loud
,
wet
smacker
just
below
the
right
ear
.
Following
this
ordeal
,
he
started
to
make
a
beeline
for
the
door
and
a
less
sentimental
way
of
life
,
but
1
caught
the
half
belt
at
the
back
of
his
reefer
,
held
on
to
it
,
and
asked
him
,
"
What
did
one
wall
say
to
the
other
wall
?
"
