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"
Gone
,
"
said
the
woman
,
flatly
.
"
The
darkness
took
her
.
"
"
We
’
ve
got
to
do
something
,
"
said
Richard
urgently
.
"
Such
as
?
"
Once
again
,
he
opened
his
mouth
.
This
time
,
he
found
no
words
.
He
closed
it
again
.
He
fingered
the
lump
of
quartz
,
looked
at
the
others
on
the
ground
.
"
She
’
s
gone
,
"
said
the
woman
.
"
The
bridge
takes
its
toll
.
Be
grateful
it
didn
’
t
take
you
too
.
Now
if
you
’
re
going
to
the
market
,
it
’
s
through
here
,
up
this
way
.
"
She
gestured
toward
a
narrow
passageway
that
rose
up
into
the
dimness
in
front
of
them
,
barely
illuminated
by
the
beam
of
her
flashlight
.
Richard
did
not
move
.
He
felt
numb
.
He
found
it
hard
to
believe
that
the
rat
girl
was
gone
—
lost
,
or
stolen
,
or
strayed
,
or
.
.
.
—
and
harder
to
believe
that
the
leather
woman
was
able
to
carry
on
as
if
nothing
at
all
out
of
the
ordinary
had
happened
—
as
if
this
were
utterly
usual
.
Anaesthesia
could
not
be
dead
He
completed
the
thought
.
She
could
not
be
dead
,
because
if
she
were
,
then
it
was
his
fault
.
She
had
not
asked
to
go
with
him
.
He
held
the
quartz
bead
so
tightly
it
hurt
his
hand
,
thinking
of
the
pride
with
which
Anaesthesia
had
shown
it
to
him
,
of
how
fond
he
had
become
of
her
in
the
handful
of
hours
that
he
had
known
her
.
"
Are
you
coming
?
"
Richard
stood
there
in
the
darkness
for
a
few
pounding
heartbeats
,
then
he
placed
the
quartz
bead
gently
into
the
pocket
of
his
jeans
.
He
followed
the
woman
,
who
was
still
some
paces
ahead
of
him
.
As
he
followed
her
,
he
realized
that
he
still
did
not
know
her
name
.