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She
sat
down
beside
him
,
and
he
untied
the
string
about
the
package
and
spread
out
a
pile
of
sandwiches
.
“
I
stole
them
from
the
love
-
feast
at
Hamblin
,
”
he
said
with
a
laugh
,
pushing
them
over
to
her
.
She
laughed
too
,
and
took
one
,
and
began
to
eat
.
“
Didn
’
t
you
make
the
tea
?
”
“
No
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
forgot
—
—
”
“
Oh
,
well
—
it
’
s
too
late
to
boil
the
water
now
.
”
He
said
nothing
more
,
and
sitting
opposite
to
each
other
they
went
on
silently
eating
the
sandwiches
.
Darkness
had
descended
in
the
little
room
,
and
Harney
’
s
face
was
a
dim
blur
to
Charity
.
Suddenly
he
leaned
across
the
table
and
laid
his
hand
on
hers
.
“
I
shall
have
to
go
off
for
a
while
—
a
month
or
two
,
perhaps
—
to
arrange
some
things
;
and
then
I
’
ll
come
back
.
.
.
and
we
’
ll
get
married
.
”
His
voice
seemed
like
a
stranger
’
s
:
nothing
was
left
in
it
of
the
vibrations
she
knew
.
Her
hand
lay
inertly
under
his
,
and
she
left
it
there
,
and
raised
her
head
,
trying
to
answer
him
.
But
the
words
died
in
her
throat
.
They
sat
motionless
,
in
their
attitude
of
confident
endearment
,
as
if
some
strange
death
had
surprised
them
.
At
length
Harney
sprang
to
his
feet
with
a
slight
shiver
.
“
God
!
it
’
s
damp
—
we
couldn
’
t
have
come
here
much
longer
.
”
He
went
to
the
shelf
,
took
down
a
tin
candle
-
stick
and
lit
the
candle
;
then
he
propped
an
unhinged
shutter
against
the
empty
window
-
frame
and
put
the
candle
on
the
table
.
It
threw
a
queer
shadow
on
his
frowning
forehead
,
and
made
the
smile
on
his
lips
a
grimace
.
“
But
it
’
s
been
good
,
though
,
hasn
’
t
it
,
Charity
?
.
.
.
What
’
s
the
matter
—
why
do
you
stand
there
staring
at
me
?
Haven
’
t
the
days
here
been
good
?
”
He
went
up
to
her
and
caught
her
to
his
breast
.
“
And
there
’
ll
be
others
—
lots
of
others
.
.
.
jollier
.
.
.
even
jollier
.
.
.
won
’
t
there
,
darling
?
”
He
turned
her
head
back
,
feeling
for
the
curve
of
her
throat
below
the
ear
,
and
kissing
here
there
,
and
on
the
hair
and
eyes
and
lips
