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In
bed
Harlan
could
not
sleep
.
The
lightheadedness
had
worn
off
now
,
but
there
was
still
the
unusual
fact
that
for
the
first
time
in
his
adult
life
a
grown
woman
shared
his
bed
.
He
could
hear
her
soft
breathing
and
in
the
ultra
-
dim
glow
to
which
the
internal
light
of
the
walls
and
ceiling
had
been
reduced
he
could
see
her
body
as
the
merest
shadow
next
to
his
.
He
had
only
to
move
his
hand
to
feel
the
warmth
and
softness
of
her
flesh
,
and
he
dared
not
do
that
,
lest
he
wake
her
out
of
whatever
dreaming
she
might
have
.
It
was
as
though
she
were
dreaming
for
the
two
of
them
,
dreaming
herself
and
himself
and
all
that
had
happened
,
and
as
though
her
waking
would
drive
it
all
from
existence
.
It
was
a
thought
that
seemed
a
piece
of
those
other
queer
,
unusual
thoughts
he
had
experienced
just
before
.
.
.
Those
had
been
strange
thoughts
,
coming
to
him
at
a
moment
between
sense
and
nonsense
.
He
tried
to
recapture
them
and
could
not
.
Yet
suddenly
it
was
very
important
that
he
recapture
them
.
For
although
he
could
not
remember
the
details
,
he
could
remember
that
,
for
just
an
instant
,
he
had
understood
something
.
He
was
not
certain
what
that
something
was
,
but
there
had
been
the
unearthly
clarity
of
the
half
-
asleep
,
when
more
than
mortal
eye
and
mind
seems
suddenly
to
come
to
life
.
His
anxiety
grew
.
Why
couldn
’
t
he
remember
?
So
much
had
been
in
his
grasp
.
For
the
moment
even
the
sleeping
girl
beside
him
receded
into
the
hinterland
of
his
thoughts
.
He
thought
:
If
I
follow
the
thread
.
.
.
I
was
thinking
of
Reality
and
Eternity
.
.
.
yes
,
and
Mallansohn
and
the
Cub
!
