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"
How
long
shall
I
be
here
?
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
I
said
.
It
depends
.
"
On
what
?
"
I
didn
’
t
say
anything
.
I
couldn
’
t
.
"
On
my
falling
in
love
with
you
?
"
It
was
like
nagging
.
"
Because
if
it
does
,
I
shall
be
here
until
I
die
.
"
I
didn
’
t
answer
that
.
"
Go
away
,
"
she
said
.
"
Go
away
and
think
it
over
.
"
The
next
morning
she
made
the
first
attempt
to
escape
.
She
didn
’
t
catch
me
off
guard
,
exactly
,
but
it
taught
me
a
lesson
.
She
had
her
breakfast
and
then
she
told
me
her
bed
was
loose
,
it
was
the
far
back
leg
,
right
up
in
the
corner
.
I
thought
it
was
going
to
collapse
,
she
said
,
there
’
s
a
nut
loose
.
Like
a
mutt
I
went
to
help
her
hold
it
and
suddenly
she
gave
me
a
heavy
push
,
just
as
I
was
off
balance
,
and
ran
past
me
.
She
was
at
the
steps
and
up
them
like
lightning
.
I
had
allowed
for
it
,
there
was
a
safety
hook
holding
the
door
back
open
and
a
wedge
she
was
trying
to
kick
away
when
I
came
after
her
.
Well
,
she
turned
and
ran
,
screaming
help
,
help
,
help
,
and
up
the
steps
to
the
outer
door
,
which
was
of
course
locked
.
She
pulled
at
it
and
banged
it
and
went
screaming
on
,
but
I
got
her
then
.
I
hated
doing
it
,
but
action
was
necessary
.
I
got
her
round
the
waist
and
one
hand
over
her
mouth
and
dragged
her
down
back
.
She
lucked
and
struggled
,
but
of
course
she
was
too
small
and
I
may
not
be
Mr
.
Atlas
but
I
am
not
a
weakling
either
.
