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He
nodded
as
though
to
something
out
the
window
,
spoke
in
an
absent
manner
without
turning
:
“
Your
son
grew
tired
,
Jessica
.
I
sent
him
into
the
next
room
to
rest
.
”
Abruptly
,
he
stiffened
,
whirled
with
mustache
flopping
over
his
purpled
lips
.
“
Forgive
me
,
my
Lady
!
My
thoughts
were
far
away
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
did
not
mean
to
be
familiar
.
”
She
smiled
,
held
out
her
right
hand
.
For
a
moment
,
she
was
afraid
he
might
kneel
.
“
Wellington
,
please
.
”
“
To
use
your
name
like
that
.
.
.
I
.
.
.
.
”
“
We
’
ve
known
each
other
six
years
,
”
she
said
.
“
It
’
s
long
past
time
formalities
should
’
ve
been
dropped
between
us
—
in
private
.
”
Yueh
ventured
a
thin
smile
,
thinking
:
I
believe
it
has
worked
.
Now
,
she
’
ll
think
anything
unusual
in
my
manner
is
due
to
embarrassment
.
She
’
ll
not
look
for
deeper
reasons
when
she
believes
she
already
knows
the
answer
.
“
I
’
m
afraid
I
was
woolgathering
,
”
he
said
.
“
Whenever
I
.
.
.
feel
especially
sorry
for
you
,
I
’
m
afraid
I
think
of
you
as
.
.
.
well
,
Jessica
.
”
“
Sorry
for
me
?
Whatever
for
?
”
