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He
laid
her
card
and
letter
on
the
twill
bedspread
near
the
curve
of
her
knees
.
—
Do
you
want
the
blind
up
?
Letting
the
blind
up
by
gentle
tugs
halfway
his
backward
eye
saw
her
glance
at
the
letter
and
tuck
it
under
her
pillow
.
—
That
do
?
he
asked
,
turning
.
She
was
reading
the
card
,
propped
on
her
elbow
.
—
She
got
the
things
,
she
said
.
He
waited
till
she
had
laid
the
card
aside
and
curled
herself
back
slowly
with
a
snug
sigh
.
—
Hurry
up
with
that
tea
,
she
said
.
I
’
m
parched
.
—
The
kettle
is
boiling
,
he
said
.
But
he
delayed
to
clear
the
chair
:
her
striped
petticoat
,
tossed
soiled
linen
:
and
lifted
all
in
an
armful
on
to
the
foot
of
the
bed
.
