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"
What
’
s
wrong
?
"
she
asked
.
But
then
it
was
gone
.
He
opened
his
eyes
to
catch
it
.
That
was
a
mistake
.
He
should
have
stayed
back
,
idling
,
erasing
,
his
eyes
gently
half
closed
.
"
For
just
a
moment
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
saw
it
.
"
"
Saw
what
?
"
"
The
swan
,
of
course
,
"
he
thought
.
His
mouth
must
have
pantomimed
the
words
.
The
next
instant
she
was
sitting
very
straight
in
her
chair
.
Her
hands
were
in
her
lap
,
rigid
.
Her
eyes
were
fixed
upon
him
and
as
he
watched
,
feeling
helpless
,
each
of
her
eyes
cupped
and
brimmed
itself
full
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
he
said
,
"
terribly
sorry
.
"
"
No
,
don
’
t
be
.
"
She
held
herself
rigid
and
did
not
touch
her
face
or
her
eyes
;
her
hands
remained
,
one
atop
the
other
,
holding
on
.
"
You
’
d
better
go
now
.
Yes
,
you
may
come
tomorrow
,
but
go
now
,
please
,
and
don
’
t
say
any
more
.
"
He
walked
off
through
the
garden
,
leaving
her
by
her
table
in
the
shade
.
He
could
not
bring
himself
to
look
back
.
