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Miss
Helen
Loomis
had
finished
the
adventure
and
they
were
home
again
,
very
familiar
to
each
other
,
on
the
best
of
terms
,
in
the
garden
,
the
tea
cold
in
the
silver
pourer
,
the
biscuits
dried
in
the
latened
sun
.
He
sighed
and
stretched
and
sighed
again
.
"
I
’
ve
never
been
so
comfortable
in
my
life
.
"
"
Nor
I
.
"
"
I
’
ve
kept
you
late
.
I
should
have
gone
an
hour
ago
.
"
"
You
know
I
love
every
minute
of
it
.
But
what
you
should
see
in
an
old
silly
woman
.
.
.
"
He
lay
back
in
his
chair
and
half
closed
his
eyes
and
looked
at
her
.
He
squinted
his
eyes
so
the
merest
filament
of
light
came
through
.
He
tilted
his
head
ever
so
little
this
way
,
then
that
.
"
What
are
you
doing
?
"
she
asked
uncomfortably
.
He
said
nothing
,
but
continued
looking
.
"
If
you
do
this
just
right
,
"
he
murmured
,
"
you
can
adjust
,
make
allowances
.
.
.
"
To
himself
he
was
thinking
,
You
can
erase
lines
,
adjust
the
time
factor
,
turn
back
the
years
.
Suddenly
he
started
.
