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"
Will
you
be
away
a
long
time
?
"
Catherine
asked
.
She
looked
lovely
in
the
bed
.
"
Would
you
hand
me
the
brush
?
"
I
watched
her
brushing
her
hair
,
holding
her
head
so
the
weight
of
her
hair
all
came
on
one
side
.
It
was
dark
outside
and
the
light
over
the
head
of
the
bed
shone
on
her
hair
and
on
her
neck
and
shoulders
.
I
went
over
and
kissed
her
and
held
her
hand
with
the
brush
and
her
head
sunk
back
on
the
pillow
.
I
kissed
her
neck
and
shoulders
.
I
felt
faint
with
loving
her
so
much
.
"
I
don
’
t
want
to
go
away
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
want
you
to
go
away
.
"
"
I
won
’
t
go
then
.
"
"
Yes
.
Go
.
It
’
s
only
for
a
little
while
and
then
you
’
ll
come
back
.
"
"
We
’
ll
have
dinner
up
here
.
"
"
Hurry
and
come
back
.
"
I
found
the
Count
Greffi
in
the
billiard
-
room
.
He
was
practising
strokes
,
looking
very
fragile
under
the
light
that
came
down
above
the
billiard
table
.
On
a
card
table
a
little
way
beyond
the
light
was
a
silver
icing
-
bucket
with
the
necks
and
corks
of
two
champagne
bottles
showing
above
the
ice
.
The
Count
Greffi
straightened
up
when
I
came
toward
the
table
and
walked
toward
me
.
He
put
out
his
hand
,
"
It
is
such
a
great
pleasure
that
you
are
here
.
You
were
very
kind
to
come
to
play
with
me
.
"
"
It
was
very
nice
of
you
to
ask
me
.
"
