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It
was
pouring
and
she
took
one
breath
only
before
she
went
into
the
kitchen
and
through
the
dining
-
room
into
the
lounge
.
"
It
’
s
nice
,
"
she
said
.
I
thought
you
said
that
word
meant
nothing
,
I
said
.
"
Some
things
are
nice
.
Can
I
have
a
glass
of
sherry
?
"
I
poured
us
one
out
each
.
Well
,
we
stood
there
,
she
made
me
laugh
,
she
kept
on
pretending
that
the
room
was
full
of
people
,
waving
at
them
,
and
telling
me
about
them
,
and
them
about
my
new
life
,
and
then
she
put
a
record
on
the
gramophone
,
it
was
soft
music
,
and
she
looked
beautiful
.
She
was
so
changed
,
her
eyes
seemed
alive
,
and
what
with
the
French
scent
she
had
that
filled
the
room
and
the
sherry
and
the
heat
from
the
fire
,
real
logs
,
I
managed
to
forget
what
I
had
to
do
later
.
I
even
said
some
silly
jokes
.
Anyway
she
laughed
.
Well
,
she
had
a
second
glass
and
then
we
went
through
to
the
other
room
where
I
’
d
slipped
my
present
in
her
place
,
which
she
saw
at
once
.
"
For
me
?
"
Look
and
see
,
I
said
.
She
took
off
the
paper
and
there
was
this
dark
blue
leather
case
and
she
pressed
the
button
and
she
just
didn
’
t
say
anything
.
She
just
stared
at
them
.
"
Are
they
real
?
"
She
was
awed
,
really
awed
.
Of
course
.
They
’
re
only
little
stones
,
but
they
’
re
high
quality
.
"
They
’
re
fantastic
,
"
she
said
.
Then
she
held
out
the
box
to
me
.
"
I
can
’
t
take
them
.
