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There
was
a
pause
.
There
seemed
to
be
nothing
more
for
either
of
them
to
say
.
Presley
held
out
his
hand
.
“
Good
-
bye
,
”
she
said
,
as
she
gave
him
hers
.
He
carried
it
to
his
lips
.
“
Good
-
bye
,
”
he
answered
.
“
Good
-
bye
and
may
God
bless
you
.
”
He
turned
away
abruptly
and
left
the
room
.
But
as
he
was
quietly
making
his
way
out
of
the
house
,
hoping
to
get
to
his
horse
unobserved
,
he
came
suddenly
upon
Mrs
.
Dyke
and
Sidney
on
the
porch
of
the
house
.
He
had
forgotten
that
since
the
affair
at
the
ditch
,
Los
Muertos
had
been
a
home
to
the
engineer
’
s
mother
and
daughter
.
“
And
you
,
Mrs
.
Dyke
,
”
he
asked
as
he
took
her
hand
,
“
in
this
break
-
up
of
everything
,
where
do
you
go
?
”
“
To
the
city
,
”
she
answered
,
“
to
San
Francisco
.
I
have
a
sister
there
who
will
look
after
the
little
tad
.
”
“
But
you
,
how
about
yourself
,
Mrs
.
Dyke
?
”
She
answered
him
in
a
quiet
voice
,
monotonous
,
expressionless
:
