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—
It
must
have
fell
down
,
she
said
.
He
felt
here
and
there
.
Voglio
e
non
vorrei
.
Wonder
if
she
pronounces
that
right
:
voglio
.
Not
in
the
bed
.
Must
have
slid
down
.
He
stooped
and
lifted
the
valance
.
The
book
,
fallen
,
sprawled
against
the
bulge
of
the
orangekeyed
chamberpot
.
—
Show
here
,
she
said
.
I
put
a
mark
in
it
.
There
’
s
a
word
I
wanted
to
ask
you
.
She
swallowed
a
draught
of
tea
from
her
cup
held
by
nothandle
and
,
having
wiped
her
fingertips
smartly
on
the
blanket
,
began
to
search
the
text
with
the
hairpin
till
she
reached
the
word
.
—
Met
him
what
?
he
asked
.
—
Here
,
she
said
.
What
does
that
mean
?
He
leaned
downward
and
read
near
her
polished
thumbnail
.
—
Metempsychosis
?
—
Yes
.
Who
’
s
he
when
he
’
s
at
home
?
—
Metempsychosis
,
he
said
,
frowning
.
It
’
s
Greek
:
from
the
Greek
.
That
means
the
transmigration
of
souls
.
