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"
He
wo
n't
touch
her
,
'
I
said
.
"
He
's
not
thinking
about
her
.
"
"
I
do
n't
trust
him
,
old
sport
.
"
"
How
long
are
you
going
to
wait
?
"
"
All
night
,
if
necessary
.
Anyhow
,
till
they
all
go
to
bed
.
"
A
new
point
of
view
occurred
to
me
.
Suppose
Tom
found
out
that
Daisy
had
been
driving
.
He
might
think
he
saw
a
connection
in
it
--
he
might
think
anything
.
I
looked
at
the
house
;
there
were
two
or
three
bright
windows
down-stairs
and
the
pink
glow
from
Daisy
's
room
on
the
second
floor
.
"
You
wait
here
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
'll
see
if
there
's
any
sign
of
a
commotion
.
"
I
walked
back
along
the
border
of
the
lawn
,
traversed
the
gravel
softly
,
and
tiptoed
up
the
veranda
steps
.
The
drawing-room
curtains
were
open
,
and
I
saw
that
the
room
was
empty
.
Crossing
the
porch
where
we
had
dined
that
June
night
three
months
before
,
I
came
to
a
small
rectangle
of
light
which
I
guessed
was
the
pantry
window
.
The
blind
was
drawn
,
but
I
found
a
rift
at
the
sill
.
Daisy
and
Tom
were
sitting
opposite
each
other
at
the
kitchen
table
,
with
a
plate
of
cold
fried
chicken
between
them
,
and
two
bottles
of
ale
.
He
was
talking
intently
across
the
table
at
her
,
and
in
his
earnestness
his
hand
had
fallen
upon
and
covered
her
own
.
Once
in
a
while
she
looked
up
at
him
and
nodded
in
agreement
.
They
were
n't
happy
,
and
neither
of
them
had
touched
the
chicken
or
the
ale
--
and
yet
they
were
n't
unhappy
either
.
There
was
an
unmistakable
air
of
natural
intimacy
about
the
picture
,
and
anybody
would
have
said
that
they
were
conspiring
together
.
