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"
I
remembered
,
as
I
smiled
thinly
at
his
own
thin
smile
,
that
I
was
back
in
a
polysemantic
world
.
He
reached
out
,
as
if
he
felt
sorry
for
me
,
and
gripped
my
shoulder
for
a
second
.
It
was
clear
that
he
wanted
to
get
on
.
"
You
’
re
going
out
?
"
"
I
have
been
writing
letters
all
day
.
I
must
walk
.
"
"
Can
’
t
I
come
with
you
?
"
"
You
could
.
"
He
smiled
.
"
But
I
think
Lily
would
be
disappointed
.
"
I
smiled
back
.
"
In
that
case
.
"
"
Precisely
.
You
will
remember
what
we
said
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
"
Thank
you
.
I
have
great
confidence
in
you
.
Sto
kalo
.
"
He
raised
his
hand
,
and
we
parted
.
I
walked
on
,
but
looked
back
after
a
moment
to
see
which
way
he
had
gone
.
It
was
apparently
to
Moutsa
or
beyond
it
to
the
totally
deserted
western
end
of
the
island
.
I
did
not
believe
for
a
moment
that
he
was
going
for
a
constitutional
.
He
walked
far
too
much
like
a
man
with
something
to
arrange
,
someone
to
see
.
No
one
was
visible
as
I
approached
the
house
,
as
I
crossed
the
gravel
.
I
leapt
up
the
steps
and
walked
quietly
round
the
corner
onto
the
wide
tiling
under
the
front
colonnade
.
Lily
was
standing
there
,
her
feet
and
the
bottom
of
her
dress
in
sunlight
,
the
rest
of
her
in
shadow
.
I
saw
at
once
that
the
pretense
was
still
on
.
She
had
her
back
to
me
,
as
if
she
had
been
looking
out
to
sea
,
but
her
face
was
turned
expectantly
over
her
shoulder
.
As
soon
as
I
appeared
she
swayed
lightly
round
.
She
was
wearing
another
beautiful
dress
,
in
a
charcoal
-
amber
-
indigo
art
nouveau
fabric
,
with
an
almost
ground
-
length
pale
yellow
stole
.
As
arresting
as
a
brilliant
stage
costume
,
and
yet
she
contrived
to
wear
it
both
naturally
and
dramatically
.
She
held
out
her
left
hand
with
a
smile
,
back
up
,
for
me
to
check
her
identity
.
We
didn
’
t
say
anything
.
She
sat
down
in
her
willowy
manner
and
gestured
to
the
chair
opposite
.
And
it
became
a
sort
of
game
inside
a
game
inside
a
game
:
silence
,
to
see
which
one
of
us
could
go
longest
without
speaking
.
As
she
poured
water
from
the
silver
kettle
into
the
teapot
I
saw
her
slide
a
look
at
me
,
and
then
bite
her
lips
to
stop
from
smiling
.
I
couldn
’
t
take
my
eyes
off
her
.
All
through
the
week
there
had
been
recurrent
memories
,
images
of
Alison
,
doubts
that
involved
comparing
her
with
Lily
…
and
now
I
knew
I
was
right
.
It
wasn
’
t
only
the
stunning
physical
elegance
of
this
girl
,
it
was
the
intelligence
,
the
quickness
,
the
ability
to
be
several
things
at
the
same
time
;
to
make
every
look
and
every
remark
ambiguous
;
to
look
cool
and
yet
never
cold
.
She
turned
down
the
pale
blue
flame
of
the
spirit
-
stove
;
with
a
moue
surrendered
.
"
Maurice
had
to
go
out
.
"
"
Oh
.
why
?
"
She
poured
two
cups
and
handed
one
towards
me
,
then
looked
me
in
the
eyes
.
"
So
that
we
could
have
tea
alone
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
You
look
like
a
dream
.
"
"
Won
’
t
you
have
a
sandwich
?
"
I
grinned
,
gave
up
,
took
one
.
"
Where
’
ve
you
been
this
last
fortnight
?
"
"
Here
.
"
"
No
you
haven
’
t
.
I
’
ve
been
over
several
times
.
The
house
has
been
locked
up
.
"
She
nibbled
a
sandwich
,
risked
a
demure
look
at
me
.
"
Come
on
,
be
a
sport
.
Athens
?
"
She
shook
her
head
.
Her
hair
was
up
and
drawn
back
from
her
face
.
She
sat
sideways
,
in
profile
,
long
neck
,
beautifully
poised
Grecian
head
.
"
I
saw
Maurice
just
now
.
He
said
you
were
going
to
tell
me
the
truth
.
Over
tea
.
Who
you
really
are
,
where
you
’
ve
been
—
everything
.
"
She
looked
at
me
under
severe
eyebrows
;
reverting
.
"
That
is
a
fib
.
"
"
He
might
have
done
.
You
don
’
t
know
.
"
"
But
I
do
.
"
I
stared
down
at
the
ground
.
"
Lily
.
"
"
Why
do
you
say
my
name
like
that
?
"
"
You
know
why
.
"
She
shook
her
head
.
I
let
the
silence
come
.
She
sipped
her
tea
,
watched
it
,
sipped
it
again
.
Always
that
secret
inner
smile
;
I
looked
round
into
the
trees
,
to
see
if
I
could
see
the
"
nurse
"
;
and
hoping
that
she
might
ask
me
what
I
was
looking
for
.
"
Was
your
friend
glad
to
see
you
in
Athens
?
"
"
She
didn
’
t
see
me
in
Athens
.
We
called
it
off
.
By
letter
.
"
"
Oh
.
"
"
For
good
.
"
She
nursed
the
cup
,
refusing
to
look
at
me
,
to
be
interested
.
"
Are
you
glad
?
"
"
Why
should
I
be
glad
?
"
"
I
was
asking
whether
.
Not
why
.
"
She
gave
a
tiny
shrug
,
as
if
I
had
no
right
to
ask
;
raised
one
of
her
black
shoes
and
contemplated
it
;
waited
for
my
next
move
.
"
You
know
I
’
ve
been
hypnotized
since
I
saw
you
last
?
"
She
nodded
.
"
Were
you
there
?
"
She
shook
her
head
,
quite
vehemently
.
"
He
’
s
hypnotized
you
?
"
She
nodded
again
.
"
Often
?
"
She
turned
and
put
her
elbows
on
the
table
and
stared
at
me
.
"
Yes
.
Many
times
.
"
And
I
was
caught
;
still
not
quite
able
to
be
sure
that
the
schizophrenia
was
another
invention
;
still
not
all
clear
to
what
extent
she
was
playing
to
his
cues
.
"
This
is
why
you
can
’
t
lie
to
him
?
"
She
seemed
to
be
more
interested
in
looking
at
my
face
than
in
answering
,
but
in
the
end
she
said
,
"
It
’
s
good
for
me
.
"
"
He
says
.
Or
you
?
"
"
Both
of
us
.
It
is
very
relaxing
.
"
"
Last
time
you
seemed
to
think
it
was
frightening
.
"
She
smiled
.
"
And
frightening
.
"
I
looked
at
her
mouth
,
that
long
,
mobile
,
smiling
mouth
;
the
ambiguous
gray
-
hyacinth
eyes
.
It
was
the
way
their
corners
cocked
obliquely
;
it
made
it
difficult
to
believe
that
she
meant
a
word
of
what
she
was
saying
.
"
He
obviously
still
wants
you
to
vamp
me
.
"
She
looked
down
then
,
and
the
smile
disappeared
.
After
a
moment
she
stood
up
and
went
to
the
far
edge
of
the
colonnade
,
by
the
house
wall
,
where
the
steps
led
down
to
the
vegetable
terrace
.
I
followed
her
,
thinking
she
was
going
to
stroll
there
.
But
she
turned
with
her
back
against
the
wall
.
I
stood
in
front
of
her
;
after
a
moment
I
put
my
hand
on
the
wall
behind
her
head
,
barring
her
in
.
There
grew
in
me
an
intuition
that
she
had
,
right
from
the
beginning
,
found
me
physically
more
attractive
than
she
wanted
to
admit
.
Narcissus
-
like
I
saw
my
own
face
reflected
deep
in
her
indecision
,
her
restlessness
.
She
was
not
smiling
;
and
in
the
silence
she
let
my
eyes
explore
her
own
.
I
let
my
hand
slip
very
lightly
onto
her
shoulder
.
She
did
not
move
.
I
shifted
it
down
onto
her
bare
arm
,
to
cool
white
skin
.
And
suddenly
I
was
sure
that
she
wanted
me
,
or
would
allow
me
,
to
kiss
her
.
I
took
her
other
arm
and
drew
her
towards
me
.
Her
eyes
closed
,
our
mouths
met
;
and
hers
was
warm
,
moved
convulsively
under
mine
for
four
or
five
seconds
.
I
had
just
time
to
get
my
hand
to
the
small
of
her
back
,
to
press
her
body
against
mine
,
know
its
weight
,
slenderness
,
the
flesh
reality
.
But
then
she
pushed
me
away
.
"
We
mustn
’
t
.
Not
here
.
"
"
Lily
.
"
She
gave
me
an
almost
frighteningly
intense
out
-
of
-
role
look
;
as
if
I
had
forced
her
to
do
something
she
was
ashamed
of
;
and
its
sincerity
was
very
nearly
as
exciting
as
the
touch
of
her
mouth
.
I
tried
to
pull
her
back
to
me
again
.
"
No
.
Because
of
Maurice
.
"
She
pressed
my
hand
with
sudden
firmness
,
a
kind
of
promise
of
the
emotion
she
had
to
hide
,
and
went
back
to
the
table
.
But
she
stood
by
it
,
as
if
she
was
at
a
loss
to
know
what
to
do
now
.
I
went
behind
her
.
"
Why
did
you
do
that
?
"
She
stood
staring
down
at
the
table
,
keeping
her
face
half
averted
from
me
.
"
Because
he
told
you
to
?
"
She
turned
then
,
a
swift
,
frank
look
of
denial
;
and
as
quickly
turned
away
again
.
She
moved
out
into
the
sun
at
the
front
of
the
colonnade
.
I
went
after
her
.
"
You
must
let
me
see
you
alone
again
.
Tonight
.
"
"
No
.
"
She
swayed
round
,
flaring
her
stole
,
like
a
figure
from
Beardsley
,
so
that
we
walked
back
to
the
terrace
end
of
the
colonnade
.
"
At
midnight
.
By
the
statue
.
"
"
I
daren
’
t
.
"
"
Because
of
him
?
"
"
Because
of
everything
.
"
She
gave
me
a
side
look
.
As
if
she
would
like
to
say
more
.
We
walked
another
step
or
two
.
She
came
to
a
decision
.
"
It
’
s
so
complicated
.
I
don
’
t
know
what
to
do
any
more
.
"
She
murmured
,
"
If
I
think
I
can
…
"
She
didn
’
t
finish
the
sentence
.
I
put
my
arm
round
her
shoulder
and
kissed
the
side
of
her
head
.
She
twisted
lightly
away
.
A
small
lizard
scuttered
along
the
bottom
of
the
wall
in
front
,
and
she
leaned
out
to
look
at
it
.
"
I
may
not
…
I
can
’
t
promise
.
"
She
said
it
casually
;
like
a
heroine
in
Chekhov
,
unpredictable
,
shifting
,
always
prey
to
something
beyond
the
words
and
moods
of
the
apparent
situation
.
There
were
footsteps
on
the
gravel
,
round
the
corner
of
the
house
;
and
then
she
looked
at
me
,
once
again
completely
out
of
role
,
a
practical
,
alert
,
very
un
-
Chekhovian
insistence
in
her
low
voice
.
"
You
mustn
’
t
say
a
word
.
"
"
Of
course
.
"
"
I
think
he
’
ll
take
you
away
now
.
I
’
m
supposed
to
disappear
.
"
She
said
very
quickly
,
in
a
whisper
,
"
I
so
wanted
you
to
come
back
.
"
Then
she
was
smiling
into
distance
,
past
my
shoulder
.
I
turned
.
Conchis
had
come
silently
round
the
corner
.
In
his
hands
he
held
poised
a
four
-
foot
axe
.
With
a
formal
bow
to
me
Lily
moved
quickly
,
almost
too
punctiliously
on
cue
,
across
the
tiles
and
into
the
house
.
There
was
a
strange
moment
of
hiatus
;
of
a
new
madness
.
"
Have
you
had
your
tea
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
He
lowered
the
axe
.
"
I
have
found
a
dead
pine
.
Will
you
help
me
cut
it
down
?
"
"
Of
course
.
"
"
It
will
make
good
firewood
.
"
The
dialogue
bore
no
relation
to
what
either
of
us
was
thinking
or
wanted
to
say
.
His
first
appearance
had
been
another
coup
de
théatre
,
intentionally
ominous
,
as
if
he
was
going
to
run
at
us
with
the
axe
raised
and
split
our
heads
open
;
and
he
still
stared
at
me
as
if
something
about
Lily
’
s
quick
exit
had
made
him
newly
suspicious
.
"
Come
.
"
He
silently
offered
me
the
axe
to
carry
.
We
set
off
towards
the
gate
.
He
walked
fast
,
with
a
grim
,
purposeful
expression
.
At
last
I
made
an
effort
and
asked
him
where
he
had
learnt
to
hypnotize
.
He
dismissed
it
—
"
a
very
simple
discipline
"
;
there
was
nothing
mysterious
or
magical
about
it
,
it
was
a
matter
of
training
and
experience
.
"
Have
you
ever
failed
?
"
"
Of
course
.
Any
hypnotist
who
maintains
the
contrary
is
a
charlatan
.
"
Something
had
annoyed
him
,
though
it
was
apparently
not
myself
.
I
hefted
the
axe
to
the
other
shoulder
.
"
Did
you
ask
me
any
questions
?
"
He
looked
quite
shocked
.
"
I
am
a
doctor
,
therefore
under
the
Hippocratic
oath
.
If
ever
I
wished
to
ask
you
questions
under
hypnosis
,
I
should
certainly
ask
your
permission
first
.
"
We
walked
twenty
paces
before
he
went
on
.
"
It
is
a
very
unsatisfactory
method
.
It
has
been
demonstrated
again
and
again
that
patients
are
quite
capable
of
lying
under
hypnosis
.
"
"
All
those
stories
about
sinister
hypnotists
forcing
—
?
"
"
A
hypnotist
can
make
you
do
foolish
and
incongruous
things
.
But
he
is
powerless
against
the
superego
.
"
We
went
through
the
gate
.
I
let
a
few
moments
pass
.
"
You
hypnotize
Lily
?
"
"
From
time
to
time
.
For
therapeutic
reasons
.
"
He
indicated
the
line
we
should
take
through
the
trees
.
"
It
reduces
her
schizophrenia
?
"
"
Precisely
.
It
reduces
her
schizophrenia
.
"
Again
we
walked
some
way
before
he
spoke
again
;
but
this
time
it
was
with
less
asperity
,
as
if
the
leaving
Bourani
had
allowed
him
to
recover
his
equanimity
.
"
How
did
you
find
her
just
now
?
"
"
Enigmatic
.
"
"
Not
to
me
.
"
He
gave
me
a
quick
,
burning
look
.
"
She
is
assuming
her
persecution
role
.
I
saw
that
at
once
"
I
grinned
;
he
studiously
avoided
looking
at
me
.
"
I
didn
’
t
notice
it
.
"
"
She
is
deceitful
.
"
Then
he
said
,
as
if
it
followed
,
"
She
has
spoken
of
you
a
great
deal
in
our
absence
.
"
"
May
I
ask
where
you
were
?
"
"
We
were
in
Beirut
,
Nicholas
.
And
she
talked
about
you
in
terms
that
suggested
the
possibility
of
a
certain
physical
attraction
.
I
say
this
merely
to
warn
you
.
You
must
resist
all
her
advances
in
that
line
.
This
will
be
difficult
for
you
.
She
is
a
pretty
girl
.
And
very
clever
at
getting
what
she
wants
.
"
"
I
’
ll
do
my
best
.
"
I
smiled
at
him
again
,
to
insure
myself
against
seeming
his
fool
.
But
once
more
he
had
neatly
slashed
off
the
cautious
belief
I
was
beginning
to
grow
in
Lily
as
a
totally
independent
person
,
with
independent
motives
.
It
was
as
if
he
could
never
let
me
rest
too
long
on
the
pleasant
side
of
the
masque
;
always
the
black
side
had
to
be
evoked
.
Always
he
had
to
suggest
that
Lily
was
simply
the
personification
of
his
irony
,
his
partner
in
making
all
declarations
ambivalent
.
Every
truth
at
Bourani
was
a
sort
of
lie
;
and
every
lie
there
,
a
sort
of
truth
.
I
asked
him
what
they
had
been
doing
in
Beirut
,
and
as
we
went
down
through
the
trees
,
he
talked
about
the
Lebanon
,
which
had
not
been
the
subject
of
my
question
,
but
which
I
guessed
was
all
the
answer
I
should
get
to
it
.
Later
,
when
he
pressed
me
to
tell
him
about
Alison
,
I
paid
him
back
in
his
own
coin
.
She
came
with
her
lovely
swaling
walk
towards
the
lamplight
,
towards
the
table
,
in
the
corner
of
the
terrace
,
in
a
white
dress
under
a
black
evening
cloak
.
It
looked
more
an
Empire
than
a
First
World
War
dress
,
but
I
assumed
that
it
was
in
period
.
Conchis
and
I
stood
for
her
.
She
allowed
him
to
take
off
her
cloak
,
then
bowed
imperceptibly
to
me
.
We
sat
,
Conchis
poured
her
a
cup
of
coffee
.
"
Nicholas
and
I
have
been
discussing
religion
.
"
It
was
true
.
He
had
brought
a
Bible
to
table
,
with
two
reference
slips
in
it
;
and
we
had
got
on
to
God
and
no
-
God
.
"
Indeed
.
"
She
looked
at
me
;
almost
with
hostility
,
so
formally
,
in
role
.
"
Nicholas
calls
himself
an
agnostic
.
But
then
he
went
on
to
say
that
he
did
not
care
.
"
She
switched
her
eyes
back
to
me
.
"
Why
do
you
not
care
?
"
We
had
returned
to
uncontracted
forms
.
"
More
important
things
.
"
"
Is
anything
more
important
?
"
"
Practically
everything
,
I
should
have
thought
.
"
She
pressed
her
lips
together
,
and
stared
down
at
the
tablecloth
without
speaking
.
’
Then
she
leant
forward
and
picked
up
a
box
of
matches
I
had
left
on
the
table
.
She
took
out
a
dozen
matchsticks
and
began
to
build
a
house
.
"
Perhaps
you
are
afraid
to
think
about
God
.
"
"
One
can
’
t
think
about
what
cannot
be
known
.
"
"
You
never
think
about
what
is
not
certain
?
About
tomorrow
?
About
next
year
?
"
"
Of
course
.
I
can
make
reasonable
prophecies
about
them
.
"
She
played
with
the
matches
,
pushing
them
idly
into
patterns
with
her
long
fingers
.
I
watched
her
beautiful
mouth
;
wished
I
could
end
the
cold
dialogue
.
"
I
can
make
reasonable
prophecies
about
God
.
"
"
Such
as
?
"
"
He
is
very
intelligent
.
"
"
How
do
you
know
that
?
"
"
Because
I
do
not
understand
him
.
Why
he
is
,
who
he
is
,
or
how
he
is
.
And
Maurice
tells
me
I
am
quite
intelligent
.
I
think
God
must
be
very
intelligent
to
be
so
much
more
intelligent
than
I
am
.
To
give
me
no
clues
.
No
certainties
.
No
sights
.
No
reasons
.
No
motives
.
"
She
stared
up
at
me
from
her
matches
;
her
eyes
had
a
kind
of
bright
intensity
that
I
recognized
from
Conchis
.
Things
were
not
fortuitous
;
her
entry
was
timed
,
the
subject
ensured
,
and
now
the
double
message
.
"
Very
intelligent
—
or
very
unkind
?
"
I
looked
at
Conchis
with
a
small
smile
,
but
she
answered
.
"
Very
wise
.
Do
you
know
,
Mr
.
Urfe
,
that
I
pray
?
"
"
What
for
?
"
"
I
ask
God
never
to
reveal
himself
to
me
.
Because
if
he
did
I
should
know
that
he
was
not
God
.
But
a
liar
.
"
Now
she
looked
at
Conchis
,
who
was
facing
expressionlessly
out
to
sea
;
waiting
for
her
,
I
thought
,
to
finish
her
part
of
the
act
.
Suddenly
I
saw
Lily
’
s
forefinger
silently
tap
the
table
twice
.
Her
eyes
flicked
sideways
at
Conchis
and
then
back
to
me
,
and
she
gave
the
tiniest
,
least
perceptible
of
nods
.
I
looked
down
.
She
had
laid
two
matches
diagonally
across
each
other
and
two
others
beside
them
:
XII
.
She
avoided
my
suddenly
comprehending
eyes
;
and
then
,
pushing
the
matchsticks
into
a
little
heap
,
she
leant
back
out
of
the
pool
of
light
from
the
lamp
and
turned
to
Conchis
.
"
But
Mr
.
Urfe
wishes
to
listen
to
you
.
"
"
I
sympathize
with
you
,
Nicholas
.
"
He
smiled
at
me
.
"
I
felt
very
much
as
you
do
when
I
was
older
and
more
experienced
than
you
are
.
