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What
went
on
in
her
mind
as
we
stood
there
side
by
side
is
her
secret
.
In
mine
there
was
a
kind
of
kaleidoscope
of
the
life
and
ways
that
were
now
finished
—
or
perhaps
it
was
more
like
flipping
through
a
huge
volume
of
photographs
with
one
,
all
-
comprehensive
"
do
-
you
-
remember
?
"
We
looked
for
a
long
time
,
lost
in
our
thoughts
.
Then
she
sighed
.
She
glanced
down
at
her
dress
,
fingering
the
delicate
silk
.
"
Silly
?
Rome
burning
?
"
she
said
with
a
rueful
little
smile
.
"
No
—
sweet
,
"
I
said
.
"
Thank
you
for
doing
it
.
A
gesture
—
and
a
reminder
that
with
all
the
faults
there
was
so
much
beauty
.
You
couldn
’
t
have
done
—
or
looked
—
a
lovelier
thing
.
"
Her
smile
lost
its
ruefulness
.
"
Thank
you
,
Bill
.
"
She
paused
.
Then
she
added
:
"
Have
I
said
thank
you
before
?
I
don
’
t
think
I
have
.
If
you
hadn
’
t
helped
me
when
you
did
"
But
for
you
,
"
I
told
her
,
"
I
should
probably
by
now
be
lying
maudlin
and
sozzled
in
some
bar
.
I
have
just
as
much
to
thank
you
for
.
This
is
no
time
to
be
alone
.
"
Then
,
to
change
the
trend
,
I
added
:
"
And
speaking
of
drink
,
there
’
s
an
excellent
amontillado
here
,
and
some
pretty
good
things
to
follow
.
This
is
a
very
well
-
found
apartment
.
"
I
poured
out
the
sherry
,
and
we
raised
our
glasses
.
"
To
health
,
strength
—
and
luck
,
"
I
said
.
