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"
Oh
!
Good
night
,
Ralph
.
"
He
did
n't
want
to
go
upstairs
so
soon
after
Meggie
.
"
I
'm
going
for
a
walk
before
I
turn
in
,
I
think
.
Do
you
know
something
,
Fee
?
"
"
No
.
"
Her
voice
was
absent
.
"
You
do
n't
fool
me
for
a
minute
.
"
She
snorted
with
laughter
,
an
eerie
sound
.
"
Do
n't
I
?
I
wonder
about
that
.
"
Late
,
and
the
stars
.
The
southern
stars
,
wheeling
across
the
heavens
.
He
had
lost
his
hold
upon
them
forever
,
though
they
were
still
there
,
too
distant
to
warm
,
too
remote
to
comfort
.
Closer
to
God
,
Who
was
a
wisp
between
them
.
For
a
long
time
he
stood
looking
up
,
listening
to
the
wind
in
the
trees
,
smiling
.
Reluctant
to
be
near
Fee
,
he
used
the
flight
of
stairs
at
the
far
end
of
the
house
;
the
lamp
over
her
desk
still
burned
and
he
could
see
her
bent
silhouette
there
,
working
.
Poor
Fee
.
How
much
she
must
dread
going
to
bed
,
though
perhaps
when
Frank
came
home
it
would
be
easier
.
Perhaps
.
At
the
top
of
the
stairs
silence
met
him
thickly
;
a
crystal
lamp
on
a
narrow
hall
table
shed
a
dim
pool
of
light
for
the
comfort
of
nocturnal
wanderers
,
flickering
as
the
night
breeze
billowed
the
curtains
inward
around
the
window
next
to
it
.
He
passed
it
by
,
his
feet
on
the
heavy
carpeting
making
no
sound
.
Meggie
's
door
was
wide
open
,
more
light
welling
through
it
;
blocking
the
rays
for
a
moment
,
he
shut
her
door
behind
him
and
locked
it
.
She
had
donned
a
loose
wrapper
and
was
sitting
in
a
chair
by
the
window
looking
out
across
the
invisible
Home
Paddock
,
but
her
head
turned
to
watch
him
walk
to
the
bed
,
sit
on
its
edge
.
Slowly
she
got
up
and
came
to
him
.
"
Here
,
I
'll
help
you
get
your
boots
off
.
That
's
the
reason
I
never
wear
knee
ones
myself
.
I
ca
n't
get
them
off
without
a
jack
,
and
a
jack
ruins
good
boots
.
"
